Oh my autumn

//Осень-осень, ты золотом пишешь сумерки
//Ксения Ващенко
//перевод сего
http://stihi.ru/2009/08/12/6474


Oh my autumn, you're writing the golden candlelight,
And the cookies are cracking just like the sand.
I remember - one day we together died,
Without begging to come at the hour's end,
Without asking, who's there stands behind the door.
Got two shots in the heart,
In the head once more.

But you've managed to sleep and to reunite,
And to sew back some buttons, and to repair,
I've been calling emergency all the night,
"Please, just breathe" - I've been whispering in despair,
Then you change all the facets of that you strive,
Put away the needles
And take the knives.

You're a teenager, you're a small Universe,
And you drop the bullets to bin of trash,
I am waiting for sirens when they immerse
The whole yard of our house with noise and clash.

I'm afraid that your wounds open up again,
I'm forgetting honestly wounds of mine,
You advise me to sit, to calm down and then
Throw the love away, give her the last resign.

While I rush with a bandage and cotton wool,
While I think that the end has already came,
While the sweetness of mint candies takes you full,
You don't feel you're guilty, you're not ashamed,
And you say the love
Is the lead again.

And you say the leaves are becoming red,
They will cover the world, cover all the cries...
I am sitting with you, I am pale and sad,
I am wailing to you: "Please, just don't you die!"

But you'll dress in sunset and get you shod,
You will go away leaving me in still.
When the help arrives here, they will be caught
And confuse the floors, there's no chance to heal.
I will cover myself from becoming shot.
I will dare to survive.
And that's all I will.

31 июля 2020.