Overtaking winter while running south,
Firing up the sunrise with flames of words.
If you want I'll sing you this song aloud;
Give me just a spark, I am getting cold.
This is all we have after all those years:
Some residual kindness between the lines.
I am heading south after you, my dear,
With your salty poems and spicy rhymes.
And my Lord is pricking my shabby heart,
With a golden quill he is writing so:
Certain things are destined to fall apart,
Let her go already,
Just let her go.
The original poem in Russian: http://stihi.ru/2019/03/04/6144
Overtaking winter while running south
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