For you our love was neither strong nor real,
But I had both wild fears and odd hopes.
And now in my soul there's a mausoleum,
It's a remembrance of the joy we lost.
How can I bury all those golden feelings
That you woke up in my heart? Though they died
It seems as if they were alive and breathing.
How can I write them off? I do not understand.
There is a cold and gloomy mausoleum
That is inside of me and that is simply me.
Let people call me stubborn, odd or silly -
For me your fake love oath was like a wedding ring.
6/08/2012 (translation "Мавзолей")
Мавзолей
А в душе моей -
Мавзолей.
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В хрустальном гробу -
Воспоминания о том, кого люблю.
Похоронить их не могу.
Они же живые! Дышат!
Как же предать их земле?
Глухим эхом звенят, еле слышным,
В пустой сердцевине моей.
Я сама теперь –
Мавзолей.
11.02.2012