September third

How’d we end up tangled so low?
April came, we swore we’d stay,
But oh, that yellow leaf flew away
Down Moscow’s boulevards, drifting slow.

September third, the day we part,
When rowan fires burn in the heart,
Promises scorched, falling apart.
September third, I’m all alone,
Turn the calendar, cold as stone,
September third, just skin and bone.

I’ll look at your picture again,
September third, the day of pain.
But why, oh why, did we have to end?
On September second, we meant it then.
But why, oh why, did the start turn to bend?
That day we loved, we swore to defend.

White cranes fly, your daughter, my son,
All seeking warmth beneath the sun.
We played our love, on thin ice spun,
A chilling game, just you and me,
Until the cold came naturally,
Love slipped away, wild and free.