Antiques

What a craving for antiques
To the turns of bygone moments?
As if someone bequeathed to you
Do not betray the days of the past to oblivion.

Turn off the electric light
Let the candles melt with warm wax.
Let's sail backwards through the years
In someone's passion, parting and meeting.

The moon shone at all times.
Love was called love.
Silence floated to replace the balls
And again the balami exploded.

And someone whispered names in the night.
So many centuries went on.
At all times the moon shone
And we got it too.

We will open an old chest
We will shake the dust of time from events,
And a forgotten, mysterious sound
From the river of the days gone to us flowed.

And the fire crackled in the fireplace,
We were told tales of logs ...
What a craving for antiques
To the turns of bygone moments?