I caressed eyes and brows with cold water streams
washed the cinder of stones away from my face
how come I am drained even though it seems
as if my whole life took me several days
I drank wine in midsummer, woke up in the snow
brunet yesterday, bummer, turned gray overnight
what is going on to me, I do not know
but my chest is depressed and it's dim in the height
it's the road of our destiny
restlessly burning behind
how many more days
would it take it to wither and fade?
it's the golden zeppelin
dropping its shade on my mind
I am not as yet longing for death
but I am no longer afraid
in the jungle of Europe, a waiter-in-chief
wipes our silhouettes out of the gleam of the board
once we finish our cigarettes, we stand up and leave
and the smoke congests and the day's outpoured
Original: Eliah Kormiltsev, 1996
www.nautilus.ru/news/ilya-26-09-07-poetry.htm (the end)
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