Solitude

Solitude

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...