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…
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