I know I shall die

I know I shall die.

But you will not cry.

I’ll die soon, at noon.

And you’ll sell my moon.

 

My poor sweet moon!

You’ll sell it as soon

As I’m still and cold

And gone from this world.

7.10.2009

(tr. «Моя луна»)

 

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