Breast-breaking sorrow... It will burn to ashes

         I'm leaving now. And you question - "Where?"
         It does not matter. But what matters - is:
         I'm leaving far... And really, I don't care
         How far and where. Don't you ask me, please.

         My soul is tired of misunderstanding,
         Of constant knocking at your selfish heart...
         QuiEtude is my only dream, and ending
         Of painful sorrows. That's the shrill of blood.

         I have known losses. And this one, I know,
         I'll manage painlessly with graceful charming ease...
         You question, "What for?" 'Cause I want it so.
         But, oh, how painful... Ask of nothing, please.

         Breast-breaking sorrow... It will burn to ashes.
         I'll throw away your gloomy heavy keys!..
         But, like a rainbow оr like lightening flashes
         They sparkle... Why? I know. Ask me, please.


_____________Русский вариант:  http://www.stihi.ru/2012/05/21/7855