Глухонемая любовь

A Deaf-And-Dumb Love At a cozy small table I finished drinking my coffee And suddenly a face flickered – It was a beautiful, nervous profile. It followed me As a shadow without disappearing. I felt with my back That the look pierced me. We vainly appeal to the love more often In our deaf and dumb world, In a cold darkness. No one will hear us, No one will caress us And only at the daybreak The dawn burns us. A deaf-and-dumb love Was knocking at the windows. A deaf-and-dumb love Was knocking at the doors.