SEA
Sea waves slam down on passion's shore.
everything was with us, the white poplar
gave us his fluffs; someone caught
and lost them again between fingers.
And in the passing boats we saw corpses.
It was as if one moment the Sun
was watching them, then today autumn
collapsed upon them.
I will collect the fallen leaves,
carry them through graves, and let that landscape
appear to me in my sleep, turning into the first hoarfrost.
What shall I say to you as a farewell?
'Farewell' or perhaps 'Good bye'
What shall I wish you?
You will not freeze in the winter.
I'm certain of it.
There are scars on the body from steel whips
There are scars on the body from steel whips.
There are broken knobs on illusion's doors
Cracked glass, crashed across a stone cellar's floor.
This is the disastrous finale of our expectations.
Ash sun descends behind the horizon.
No need to see these punishments any more.
Drops fall from the sky, onto my eyes,
My wounds welcome them: the first tears.
Where are my saviors? I am longing for them.
With the red ribbon I will show them
Where the heart is tormented, full of spring.
It's time for it to stop beating, watch it slow.
From unheard steps from an empty love
Tears fall on my hands.
Mascara on the lashes, sand in the palms
Mascara is on the lashes, sand in the palms,
There's a weight lying heavy on the heart, a scarf is around the neck.
Crying is in the cable, waiting: 'I am sorry',
I cannot get away from you.
I can never get away from you.
My mascara is leaking,
I wanted to smother you with sleep,
Having shouted 'Farewell',
I wanted to get you back so much.
Pages of life are burned in a fire,
our years of love passed by.
My last hero forsaken.
I say good bye to him with the last teardrop.
No, I'll never get him back.
Where shall I go to now?
Wind sweeps away the torn letter,
And I am fall asleep alone again.
Quiet chiming of the old clock, bliss of the spring.
Conversation of naked trees, all this is only your play.
Even the sun in the clouds tries to shine over the Earth:
> it is trying to play with the rain in the tear on your cheek.
Play without rules.
Your partner is fatigued by uncertainty.
Even though the role challenged him as an actor,
as a card-player he lost.
Outside the window starlings sing, and cable wires subside.
People pass, their playing, like yours, is life-long.
Quiet chiming of the old clock, bliss of the spring,
Conversation of naked trees, all this is only your play.
I am lying in tears from your love,
Days are flying by like a flock of birds in the eyes.
And rain is again behind my back,
You said 'Wait until I come back' and went to another girl.
Why should I love you?
Do you hear cry in the sky? It is soul shouting.
Oh how I want to become your destiny,
I will fly like a bird over the pitch-blackness.
But devious rain wets the wings,
Everything has disappeared and I'm lonely again.
This grass is for you
and this lonely tree is also for you.
And these flowers and this Sun and these green leaves;
And these songs, and poems and music.
And these fireworks, and dances under the Moon,
All this is for you, for you alone.
And songs of birds, and faraway clouds, and noise of the waterfall.
And rustle of leaves all for you:
As well as beating of the heart.
It's been a week since we parted,
I am again in the hospital with damaged nerves.
I do not remember anything, only dust is left
From the memories, how me used to meet.
As if a phantom you are in my consciousness,
'What shall we do with you?' - they will ask at interrogation.
I will reply: 'In the sky where I will find salvation,
My forgiveness will be my guillotine'.
God! Please forgive me as I forgave her,
And once in the night I stabbed a knife in the heart.
I do not remember anything, I got bad nerves,
I loved her, why did we part?
The Sun was rising, with the first rays
My body stood together with the executioners.
And after one move the head raced along
Into the distance to look for answers-
When the bright light in your eyes dies,
I will dare tell you that love is over.
And into a funeral wreath I will put a letter to you
that everything is over, and you exist no more.
He loved her bed, he loved her flowers.
He took his pipe, he sang fairy-tale dreams.
Carousel went round, took to his feet,
"What's up with you, mademoiselle?' v he quietly whispered to you-
A model stood up with delicacy and left home in tears.
Because Minstrel was so frightful and arose fear in heart
It is always so hard to part, you wanted to say so much,
But forgot, and only keep wiping tears with a handkerchief.
Everything started so wonderfully, there were dances, poems under the
Moon.
Why was nothing left, why are we not together?
Who flooded your heart with water and disappeared without leaving a
trace?
He cannot be your destiny, because I am your destiny.
And now we part forever, because love has turned into grief,
And will not return- Everything was taken away by a sprang up mistrial.
I will go to your home to catch you by surprise,
It's pouring, like a buffoon on me,
And a thunderstorm seems to me like a clown in this fatal night,
I am ready to kill you and that man who is with you now.
When will you find my heart,
and make love with it?
Will you fly away from me?
And who is your new victim?
And me? What will happen with me???
Autumn spread over the land as a soft coverlet,
Covered it with a silver-gold shawl
Not in a hurry, a girl is walking along the small, long path.
She is not sorry to part with a hot summer.
Snowflakes melt into drops on the lips
and love gets caught somewhere among the clouds.
And the girl keeps going along the path so long,
and February waved her good-bye with a snowstorm.
When snow melts, drips of thawing snow will jingle
and April declares itself with a green leaf.
The girl will stop, her face in tears,
Summer is gleaming before her eyes.
P.S. Summer of tears- Sea etudes- Coming soon-Awake!
Arcanum of love for your soul
I have brought from Overseas for you.
Put down the little bottle, don't be in a hurry to drink it
I have given for it too many tears,
I have given for it too many efforts,
Wait, may be tomorrow you will take a sip?
Oh, what for have I brought this arcanum,
You will not understand me anyway.
Flying over the earth, covering Sun with your wings,
I am looking at you with love, it's a pity you are so high from me.
You are flying in my head each day, each night,
Your wings prevent me from sleeping. I delight in your flight,
Your are flying in my life, there is no minute
When I am not thinking about you, not catching your delicate feathers.
You fly over the grave, I have been lying there for ages,
All I saw in my life were your wings and your flight.
Your wings are above me, the wind takes away my tears,
I will never be with you, and my dreams will not come true.
EUGENE KOVTUN lives in Moscow, Russia. He works as an auditor. A Russian champion of fencing, he is the author of the book "There, where the dreams come to an end...." This book collects his verses in Russian from 1992-1999. His works are about love, pain, and pleasure, paradise and hell, and life and death. He's very fond of the synth-pop style of music. His homepage is www.postman.ru/~bushardo
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