The sweet berry
by Robert Rozhdestvensky
A sweet berry will lure to forest,
With it freshness will bring delight.
The sweet berry'll turn you to boring,
The bitter one will turn you to cry.
Oh, my destiny like a mountain,
Has exhausted me to the end.
The sweet berry is one in my hand,
The bitter one is like a pile of sand.
I don't know today, what's inside me,
Why it grows in such manner now -
The sweet berry is in view in spring time only,
The bitter one is ripe all the year.
Would you mock at me, at grief ever,
Would you gaze at me from your side...
The sweet berry we picked together,
The bitter one - I pick alone this time...