Historical Novel - Daniel Kahn, Vanya Zhuk

In the bottom of the glass

Underneath imported lager

Slowly bloomed

A crimson rose

Shining proudly

Through the darkness

I was working on a book

An historical romance

Emerging as though

Through a fog

From one cover

To the other

So, we write it

How we hear it

How we hear is

How we breathe it

How we breathe it

So we write it

Never trying to appease

That’s the way that nature made us

Don’t ask why

It’s no one’s business

Who’s to argue or to judge?

There the sky was wide and blue

There was such abundant fiction

How I pulled the strings of fate

To unravel my own story

How I dived into the past

And equipped all of my heroes

For adventure on the way

And I fancied me their captain

So, we write it

How we hear it

How we hear is

How we breathe it

How we breathe it

So we write it

Never trying to appease

That’s the way that nature made us

Don’t ask why

It’s no one’s business

Who’s to argue or to judge?

Fiction isn’t just a trick

And one thought is not sufficient

For completion of my book

'Til my epilogue be written

May the crimson of the rose

If it’s not completely faded

Be my final testament

Spending words I save

Like pennies

So, we write it

How we hear it

How we hear is

How we breathe it