I
Scared stars hid themselves in a fog.
It is the state of sky devastation...
On earth – only bluish sleep
Curls from windows
And laughs after you…

II
Your scent on my face
Interfused with a rain and a sleep
And someone drank till the end
The Colorful evening, as a tart wine.

By crimson sky, Lad-Moon is taking
his Mistress-Night inside the house
And disappeared from horizon
The burning light which was the last.

For us he’ll burn up loudly
as a spark of kiss...

translated by Iuriy Lazirko