The wings

You are taking your evening dress off

With you face against the wall

And I can see some new scars grow

On your back, smooth and tender at all

I want to cry in pain 

Or just to fall asleep 

And I see you've lost in vain 

Your wings I loved, and this love was deep

We used to have plenty of time 

And now, we're busy and packed

We prove that strong ones destroy weak ones and bite

We prove that white may be black 

Every of us has lost something 

During this dreadful war 

In fact, can I find somewhere 

Your wings I loved at all?

I don't ask how much money you have 

I don't ask how many men you've got

I see open windows have the smell of grave

And on high floors you want to be not

And if tomorrow there is a fire

And we are surrounded by it 

Without your beautiful wings we will die 

Which I loved, and the love, it was deep