Текст песни
There are kilometers between us.
Cities.
And alien sunrises.
But every time you write, “I miss you,”
The world grows closer.
I look at the sea.
I imagine the waves carrying your voice.
That the wind whispers to me your words.
Which I so sorely miss.
Everything is different here.
The smells.
The sounds.
Even the sky seems alien.
But I know that somewhere out there
You are looking at the same moon.
And that is enough to keep me on track.
To believe that soon we will be close again.
And not just “online.”
Even in the noise of the train station,
In the hum of other people’s conversations and streets,
I catch the silence.
In which I hear your quiet, familiar voice.
The clock ticks.
The minutes turn into days.
Sometimes it seems like this distance will never disappear.
But I remember the warmth of your hands.
And the scent of your hair.
And I understand:
We’re not just waiting.
We’re building a bridge across this emptiness.
Every evening, I mentally walk this path step by step.
Counting the stops.
Imagining you opening the door.
This isn’t just waiting.
It’s work.
It’s laboring over every moment.
So that when we meet,
We don’t lose a drop of what we have now.
Love at a distance is a quiet, stubborn light.
That never fades, even when darkness surrounds.
I count the days.
I count the hours.
I count every moment.
When I can hug you again and say, “You’re mine.”
Let there be a sea between us.
Let there be cities between us.
The main thing is that there’s always a place for me in your heart.
This light inside me is yours alone.
Not for anyone else.
It burns only as long as my heart beats for you.
I collect little stories.
So I can tell you all at once:
About a random rain.
A strange dream.
A coffee that wasn’t quite right.
I want you to know:
Even on the most ordinary days, I thought about us.
That every step, every turn was aimed at where you were.
Sometimes I dream that we’re sitting on the shore.
Watching the surf.
And you laugh.
And everything is finally right.
Everything is in its place.
I wake up and smile, because the dream was so real.
That for a second it seems like distance no longer matters.
And then morning comes.
And reality reminds me again
About tickets.
About schedules.
About the things that keep me far from you.
But even amidst this hustle and bustle,
I cherish that very moment from my dream.
Like a beacon.
Like a landmark.
Like a promise that everything will be alright.
Here the days run like trains on rails.
Without stops or pauses.
And I keep trying to catch a rhythm.
That would sound in unison with yours.
I don’t need other people’s holidays.
Other people’s lights.
Or other people’s toasts.
I just need to know that you’re waiting.
That you believe that you’re with me.
I’m learning to be patient.
Learning not to give in to empty irritation.
Because I understand:
Our love isn’t a flash.
But a burning fire.
It doesn’t require shouting.
It lives in the little things.
In quiet confessions.
In the way you put a smiley face.
As if hugging me from a distance.
Soon this train will bring me to you.
Soon these kilometers will become just a line in history.
For now, I will write you letters that I will never send.
Because I want to say it all, looking into your eyes.
Let these lines remain here.
Like the rough drafts of my heart.
Where every word is a step that brings us closer to each other.
I’m not afraid of distance.
I’m afraid of only one thing:
That when we meet, I’ll forget how to breathe from happiness.
Love at a distance is a quiet, stubborn light.
That doesn’t go out, even when there’s darkness all around.
I count the days.
I count the hours.
I count every moment.
When I can hold you again and say, “You’re mine.”
Let there be a sea between us.
Let there be cities between us.
The main thing is that there’s always a place for me in your heart.
This light within me is only yours.
It is not for others.
It burns exactly as long as my heart beats for you.
And when this door finally opens,
And I see your gaze and hear your voice alive,
I will understand that all these kilometers were necessary.
So that we learn to appreciate every “now,” every minute.
Thank you for waiting.
For believing.
For holding this light when I was dark.
We didn’t walk this distance for nothing.
We conquered it.
Together.
