С.Поползину – 1. «Whatever's said, our in-sight's only brought by suffering...»
Whatever's said, our in-sight's only brought by suffering,
And to the Future you must not destroy the way...
Why shooting out your brains? Is death like this discovering?
Don't go away, my dearest friend, don't go away!
The roads of our strange years and fates have not been charted yet,
And our hearts aren't eaten by reproof's stern play;
Our sacred life on Earth is not some good of barter trade –
Don't go away, my dearest friend, don't go away!
Stay with us here – and just do lay in patience stores to live,
To overcome spleen nights and drizzling ice-cold spray,
And – in the teeth of void eye-sockets of your tortured gift –
Don't go away, my dearest friend, don't go away!
Of course, our lots've been hard ones, yet the happiness' kind ghost,
He is still waiting for us with a lightfull day...
And as long as we think and breathe, our battle's never lost! –
Don't go away, my dearest friend, don't go away!..
July 11. – September 8. 1994
(transl. from Russian)
