(translation of Лученко Святослава "Вже майже")
It’s almost October...
October passes by on Earth.
It lays dried leaves as frowns on brow,
Its pity’s thin as if a spider web.
And sorrow of the stars which freeze in crimson,
Where the skies are in a wildish fire
Are sending here its heartbreaking songs and dances...
It’s almost leaves...
Leaves were wiped off by its falling.
And wind goes for a walk on window-panes alone.
It’s warm in this log cabin and outside the haze
Lays down on little porch and covers it with snow
And in a heart it plugs the emptiness with wax.
My sadness goes away. But nothing’s left to like...
December 11, 2007
Iouri Lazirko
Copyright ©2007 Iouri Lazirko
It is almost
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