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 can’t summon my destiny Because I already don’t 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 somebody’s field Each day and night Until until another’s sand Will cover eyes