2019.01.04.
I´m dreaming. A black road.
I´m dreaming. A black road
A white horse. A stubborn step.
And on that horse
My dear is approaching me.
She is coming, she is coming, my dear
But not the loved one.
Oh, Russian birch!
The narrow road.
This dear one, like the dream,
Only for the one, the one that I fell in love with
Hold back with your branches,
As with your accurate hands.
The moon is shining. Blue and drowsiness.
The horse clops along nicely.
The light is so mysterious,
Exactly, as for the one -
The one, in whom the light is
And who´s no longer in this world.
I´m a hooligan, a hooligan.
From the poems stupid and drunk.
But all for this agility,
So that my heart won´t cool,
For the birch-clad Russia
I will make it up with the not loved one.