Ivan Konevskiy Within my blood

               
       ИВАН КОНЕВСКОЙ
       "В крови моей"
      Ivan Konevskiy
      Within my blood

Within my blood – there is an awful struggle.
Oh, who’s to tell me, what’s there is, within?
Have gathered generations of precursors
And do affirm in chorus: Don’t give in!

The rich and age-old tissues of my thorax,
As well as the atria and the veins
Besieged are by the gush of stern reproach
For cowardice of mine, for lifeless frame.

Might not you take a pity, blind shadows?
What for have I been caught in baneful ring?
Why am involved in dreams and chores most herbal
And why do feel alike the beastie teams?

Though, you do know! – There's other truth exposed
Ahead of me; and one of rare kind:
In spite of that,
I have been born through branch of yours,
My motherland is distant, hard to find…

And still I’ve never grudged in helping others,
By stretching them in need assisting hand,
But, all the same, can never be extinguished
The spirit free by a submitting stand.