Your evening

Ton soir, mon soir à la fin de l'après-midi.

- Leopold Sedar Senghor

Your evening, your night,

your morning, your light,

your sleeping, your talk,

your rising, your walk

through streets of Yerevan,

while I'm in the West.

Your rain, my rain,

your sleep, my rest.

Your ache, my ache,

your thirst, my thirst,

even though, my love,

the hours are reversed.

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