Обсуждение:Saudade (Виталий Липатов)

And when I write letters to you, I need a dictionary for that. But you know all my thoughts. That’s why we are friends.

We cannot cross the ocean, It’s vast, and we still have no wings. Our explanations are strange. Our pain won’t glue the planet back together.

We circle on different fragments, Having forgotten earthly limits. To avoid misunderstandings, We invent straight lines!

And to my question: “What for?” Instead of the promised answer, You tell me Saudade, And I lie that the tears are from the wind.

DS