The time for falling in love has passed,
And came the life of prose.
I've been waiting for you so long,
Without fear went down the aisle,
I didn't feel the heat of the frost.
I didn't make a fuss
And the carelessness of life
And she didn't ask to stay
In your apartment single –
She lived without reproach.
I'm sorry, but I believe myself!
In everything I will be able to take place,
Empty bucket... not to trouble,
And the life table is not in the Swan,
But there is no desire to wander.
Yes! Feelings thought can not return –
The elements moved forward,
And the cold makes my body shiver,
Take it and destroy it boldly,
But I can't write poetry.
Yes! Life is not a farce,
More like a mad Bacchante,
Gray-haired and passionate ocean
And a fire-breathing volcano,
And an Amsterdam hurdy-gurdy.
Please don't believe in crazy laughter,
In the rattling of coins, in the monisto…
We have one success for all –
The basis of joy, joy
As the faith of the count of Montecristo.
You did everything you wanted to do,
I wasn't fooled by the world.
You felt the limit,
I was not out of business,
On the slope of life again lucky.
It's hard for me to cope with trouble,
As with a firebrand in the fireplace,
In a living breast. But don't stand there –
Fly through life difficult,
To sadness was not in sight.
I will overcome the frontiers…
I'll go through the hummocks again.
And the images will be fresh
From the sea, sun and dew,
That the great Russians always honor.
7.08.1999-15.05.2010, Saint Petersburg
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