«Ìíå íðàâèòñÿ, ÷òî âû áîëüíû íå ìíîé…»
«I like it – I am not the love of yours…»
I like it – I am not the love of yours.
I like it – you are not my one and only.
And never ever heavy globe of Earth
Will move away – by now we are lonely.
I like it – I don’t have to follow manners,
I’m – freer, and I would not play with words.
I won’t turn red like those other fellows,
By sudden wave – of lightest touch of shirts.
I like it also, that in front of me
You – freely embrace another woman,
And you don’t pray that I occur to be
In flame of hell for kissing other human.
That my sweet name, my honey, you don’t call,
In night or day – in vain – you really do not mention.
That for us in the silence of a church - at all! -
“Hallelujah” they wouldn’t sing – in tension.
Thank you – from heart, and thank you - by my hand,
For loving me – and ignoring the passion,
For loneliness at night, that I’m possessing – and
For rareness of meetings – this is special.
For non-existing walks beneath the moon,
For sun that lights up not the our road,
For that – alas! –I’m not the love of yours,
For that – alas! – you’re not my one and only…
15 ìàÿ 2006