My thoughts, my thoughts
I am in grief with you!
What for were you lined up on a paper
With a sad rows?..
Why has not the wind dispelled you
In steppe, like a dust?
Why has not the grief lulled you
Like its child?
Because the grief has begotten you on light, on laughter
Tears watered... Why have not flooded
Have not taken out in the sea, have not washed away in the field?
People would not ask - what hurts me?
Would not ask, what for I damn my destiny
Why does the world make me sick? "There is nothing to do"...
With grief
I cant summon my destiny
Because I already dont have it
Let wicked creatures live three days -
I will hide them
I will hide a fierce snake
Near my heart
Enemies will not see
Like the grief laughs...
Let the thought, as a raven
Flies and croaks
And the heart, as a nightingale
Chirps and cries
Secretly - people will not see
And will not laugh too...
Do not wipe my tears
Let it flow
And water somebodys field
Each day and night
Until until anothers sand
Will cover eyes