Sailing off...

Перевод собственного стихотворения "Корабли за туманы"...

Full in bloom white- to- red on the canvas
Roses mixed with fresh lilies are dancing...
Oh, how gorgeous we were clad in fancy,
Oh, how heartily we fell in romancing…

Sailing off are the ships, moving noisily
Heading right to the mists of the foreign lands..
Oh, how innocent WE were at THOSE times,
Oh, how savoury WE were at ALL extends…

In the desert at midnight a coffle moves,
In the skies high and wide flies my fire-bird…
Oh, how fast is the memory being erased,
From the lazy and evil subcortial  world.

Sewing up pain of mine till the last drop here …
On reverse of the stitch doubts are tucked up tight…
Golden locks of the sun tickling senses cells
Cutting time and the space through the palms of mine…

No, leave me behind!!! I don't feel like this!!!
Take the devil all thoughts of this truant lure!!
Though forgotten and cursed is my solitude

But my Hands store the memories…Sure…