Boris Pasternak - February (Translated) lyrics

February. Get ink. Weep. Write the heart out about it. Sing Another song of February While raucous slush burns black with spring. Six grivnas for a buggy ride Past booming bells, on screaming gears, Out to a place where rain pours down Louder than any ink or tears Where like a flock of charcoal pears, A thousand blackbirds, ripped awry From trees to puddles, knock dry grief Into the deep end of the eye. A thaw patch blackens underfoot. The wind is gutted with a scream. True verses are the most haphazard, Rhyming the heart out on a theme.