Something does really happen While I go on and go on Back on the shoulders weapon Carrying for so long. Sorry, my dear country, Fatherland of my dreams, Years that I spent discountly Flowing in stormy streams. Bird in the sky of brightness - Love to unknown and clear Flies in this wind stream's tightness Maybe to disappear. Weapon upon my shoulders - Force of this love, bewinged, Blacken and getting older With my way's closing in. Sunset of poor rover Burning away from home, And only words: It's over. Tolls under starlight dome. Something does really happen While we go on and go on Somebody takes the weapon - Sunrise of vagabond.
II
After
When ship will be drowned in water Of brilliant bitter tears, The face of remorseless slaughter Will come to the smooth abyss.
And clouds will be slightly lightened By fire of morning star. What wonder is: nothing frightened, So calm after awful jar.
So silent for shout and crying At last in sepulchral pray, That picture has changed the dying Beginning the morrow day.
III
Last Goodbye
Shade of your hairs falls On the wall behind you. Oh, how many the walls Our evenings knew. Soon we'll have to go back Everyone in their own, Night is coloring black Space of inky-blue dawn. No one said the same words That we whispered at last. In each other's accords Our love was so vast. Beauty's all that I see Heart is beating the same, Beating unwillingly, But not having an aim. And in front of my eyes Stay arisen recalls - Of betrayed last goodbye Unforgettable false. Silence tightened the lips, "Bye" I said, and that's all, Turned away and bright weeps Shined on background of wall. IV
One pray
Somebody's in dreams of eternal But I have just one thing I pray: One second, one moment, life's owner, Oh, give me, Lord, in present day.
I saw who've been thinking of morrow But gone on a sudden at night, One second, one moment, and sorrow Is here, have come into sight.
Nobody can make the prediction Of sure for hour ahead One second's, one moment's conviction Makes better than man for his sad.
And each one who thinks himself blindly A master that's making his way - One second, one moment will find him And open his eyes for to pay.
Somebody's in dreams of eternal But I have just one thing I pray: One second, one moment, life's owner, Oh, give me, Lord, in present day.