Listen!
If they burn the stars,
Then - that's the need to them!
Then - they like them to be in real?
Then - they name those spits as a pearl?
And, having been overstrained
In the noon dust blizzards,
To burst in the god's room,
Scared that they were late,
Crying,
Kissing his gnarled hand,
Asking -
That they do have their stars! -
Swearing -
That they can't bear that torment without stars!
And then
They are going anxious,
But silent in the face.
Saying somebody:
"Is this the real end?
Are you feared?
No?!"
Listen!
If they burn the stars,
Then somebody has the need of that?
Then - it is necessary,
That every evening
Above the roofs
There might be shining a star in any way?!