A keresés eredménye

Smoke of a cigarette

Smoke of a cigarette1
Is shooting up and fading,
The smoke is light blue,
And phantom, as pleasure
Or dream.
How far away all this left -
Love, spring and youth,
I roam lonely -
And the soul is full of longing.
 
The happiness inexorably
Passes by,
You'll never come back to me,
I know,
Like smoke of a cigarette,
Like the blue smoke,
Like nonreturnable dream,
Your image is fading in the mist.
 

• 1. 'папироса' - an obsolete type of а cigarette