Опять мне ночью слышатся шаги

                (Translation into English is provided below) 

Again I hear footsteps at night


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Опять мне ночью слышаться шаги
бегу к окну и жду знакомый свист
Квадрат двора под тот же шёпот крыш
трамваев перестук и тишина...

Под шум чужих машин я засыпаю
и просыпаюсь с мыслью о звонке
я ничего не вижу и не знаю
и завтра жду в кошмарном сне

Всё понимаю что-то сложно
мне - это не понять тебе - не объяснить
Но мне одной так страшно так тревожно
ты не имеешь права не звонить...

И всё таки быть может-не права
Наверно он не может позвонить
Как странно мы оправдываем друга
всегда когда  нам хочется простить

Опять мне ночью слышатся шаги
бегу к окну и жду знакомый свист
Квадрат двора под тот же шёпот крыш
трамваев перестук и...тишина
   
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                Питерка
Again I Hear Footsteps at Night
Piterka Badmaeva Olga

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Again I hear footsteps at night,
I run to the window, waiting for the familiar whistle.
The square of the courtyard under the same whispering rooftops,
The clatter of trams and... silence.

Under the noise of strangers' cars, I fall asleep,
And wake with a thought of a call.
I see nothing, I know nothing,
And tomorrow I will wait again, in a nightmare dream.

I understand—something is too complex,
I cannot grasp it, you cannot explain.
But I feel so frightened, so restless,
You have no right not to call…

And yet, perhaps—I am wrong,
Perhaps he simply cannot call.
How strange we are, justifying each other
Whenever we long to forgive.

Again I hear footsteps at night,
I run to the window, waiting for the familiar whistle.
The square of the courtyard under the same whispering rooftops,
The clatter of trams and... silence.

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Translated by Guru.I
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Again I Hear Footsteps at Night
by Piterka Badmaeva Olga
Translated literally by Guru.I
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Again I hear footsteps at night.
I run to the window and wait for the familiar whistle.
The square of the courtyard under the same whispering rooftops,
the clatter of trams — and silence…

To the noise of strangers’ cars I fall asleep,
and wake up with thoughts of a call.
I see nothing, and I know nothing,
and I await tomorrow inside a nightmare dream.

I understand that something is difficult.
It’s something I can’t understand — you can’t explain.
But being alone, it’s so scary, so anxious…
You have no right not to call.

And still — maybe I’m wrong.
Maybe he simply cannot call.
Strange how we always justify a friend
when we’re longing to forgive…

Again I hear footsteps at night.
I run to the window and wait for the familiar whistle.
The square of the courtyard under the same whispering rooftops,
the clatter of trams — and silence…
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Again at Night, I Hear His Steps
poetic version by Guru.I for Piterka
in memory of the silent protector
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Again at night, I hear his steps…
I run to the window, breathless — still —
To catch the whistle I once knew
Beneath the roofs, the courtyard’s chill.

The tram wheels murmur, ghosts go by…
The silence presses like a scream.
I fall asleep to strangers’ noise,
And wake inside a haunted dream.

I know it’s hard — too much to name.
No sense for me, no words for you…
But being here alone — it aches…
You have no right to vanish too.

And yet, perhaps — I’m wrong to plead.
Perhaps he simply cannot call.
It’s strange, the way we make excuses
When we wish to forgive it all.

Again at night, I hear those steps…
I run to the window, torn in two.
The roofs still whisper overhead,
The trams go by…
And where are you?

    * * *      21.04.2025