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to Jeff Fahey * * * (translate) The world is trembling and the life rushes about Some hours before the death. I come back to the thoughts about you. Don’t believe my words. I have broken my bowl myself Throwing it to the Lucifer’s feet. And he is catching our souls, Which are flowing from that sphere. All the thoughts are separated into two parts. And he is holding very tight. And there isn’t any fortitude to break free, The net is tangling me. - I will not leave you, I will not go away, - The echo sounded in a faraway light. And here in the fire my heart is melting, And the wind is tearing it. A hot sand is beating the souls, And the sky is pressing with its darkness. And the land remains in the memory separated by you. The life without love is senseless, I don’t can to be in the emptiness Between the sky and land As I am hanging, dusting the drops of sweat. They are like tears on the cross; Those who didn’t belied they ruined; And those who didn’t love truly, they tore the dress. My painful wounds are hurting me; My soul will leave my body. My world is like a ruined shore; And yours is like a stone wall. You soul didn’t understand my such insolence, And mine was flying and couldn’t find its place. And only the death will soothe it. But there’s light and cry! I look back When I am flying over you; And I see that your life rushes, And you bend over me. And you paste together that bowl With the soul of the birch-tree juice; You call the love from the death And your voice is like a current. And I came back to the life for a little So that to drink your love and that is all. ~ ~ ~ ~