What happened to you: Your lips are black,
And the look unrequitedly worn into the sky.
And the shadow on the face from the long war,
Where, besides you, no one else was.
Beautiful dreaming running in the distance,
Wheels are knocking ugly rhythms.
Neither snow, no light, nor darkness, no rain
Only the wind sings his strange rhymes.
By gray sky, your shadow slides,
And I do not sneak for you on earth,
Hey, old boy, why are you here,
Maybe something should start, should begin.
On wet field, silently together,
After removing the shoes, so that the Earth does not wake up.
With you, as if in childhood, we go quietly,
There, where the sky with the earth closed.
And black lips, toothless mouth
Whispering sickly, but I understand
My old boy, go ahead, then I do not accompany.
By gray sky, your shadow slides,
And I do not sneak for you on earth,
Hey, old boy, why are you here,
Maybe something should start, should begin.
