Instead of Going

By Fatmir Terziu Bird of my heart, come Sing with me the melodies of old love Take away my longing for the first hours of kissing… I return to you the moist breath beneath the marble Over a bouquet of flowers, quiet without a sound Away from the footsteps of flat heels Away from the temperamental wrinkly-leaved Willow… Longed for bird, come Alarm my whole presence, light in the air Weave your warmest shield of protection And… Together we will meet again up there among the stars Over the snow-like clouds in their passing vibrations Away from those evil and overused whispers Away from the failed gathering of owls… Bird, flying soul, come Stop on my tired and sleepy arm As we waltz our 20-year-old waltz As a result you retake me to where life should have begun Under the rapid Friday flow Near our former quiet dreams Near this new day with night inside it. Bird of my everything, come Sing our favourite song So as we forget that pain at least tonight Take me to where the lines lead Where life never gets old Where the doorsteps themselves are forgotten Where there is only morning …Where you stand by me full of joy… Bird of my heart, fly Sing me the melodies of the old love Take away my longing for the first hours of kissing and… I return to you the moist breath beneath the marble Over a bouquet of flowers, quiet without a sound Away from the crawling among earth-tears Away from that paranoid weather…