THE TOY THAT WAITS Игрушка, которая ждёт

In Infantia, beside the window, An old doll watches morning grow. One eye is gone, one eye remembers Every child she used to know. Dust on her dress, dawn on the floorboards, Warmth in the hands that never move. Years took the footsteps from the hallway — They could not take away the love. When the dark was at the door, You held her closer than before. She kept the fear you could not show. She never let you go. WE ARE STILL HERE! WE NEVER LET YOU GO! Under the dust, under the years, The smallest lights still glow. WE ARE STILL HERE! COME HOME — AND YOU WILL KNOW: The hands grow old, the rooms grow cold, But love remembers all. Still here! Still here! We never let you go! Still here! Still here! Come home. Come home. The broken truck beneath the staircase Still bears a world upon its back: A burst of laughter, one lost siren, Small wheels still waiting for the track. The doll remembers wordless stories, The tears no grown-up ever knew. You hid your heart inside her silence — She kept it safe and kept it true. [MALE, subterranean gravel-roar] Names disappeared beyond the door. [FEMALE, scorched tearing belt] Love stayed where it was before. [DUET, full rupture] One whispered word can wake the glow: “I’m here.” She hears. She knows. WE ARE STILL HERE! WE NEVER LET YOU GO! Under the dust, under the years, The smallest lights still glow. WE ARE STILL HERE! COME HOME — AND YOU WILL KNOW: The hands grow old, the rooms grow cold, But love remembers all. She is not angry. She does not blame. She guards the child Inside your name. Say it once. I’m here. WE ARE STILL HERE! WE NEVER LET YOU GO! Under the dust, under the years, A million small lights glow. WE ARE STILL HERE! COME HOME — YOU ALREADY KNOW: The hands grow old, the rooms grow cold, BUT LOVE OUTLIVES IT ALL! Still here! Still here! We never let you go! Still here! Still here! You’re never alone! Home.