Кудесница по имени Любовь


 Да, больно умирать без слов....
Пустою тишиною горечь мук
И в горло сухостью пороки.
Нет взглядов, нет тебя, а руки,
Какие руки ватные уже, без рук...
Открытые лавинами потоки вен и звуки,
Звенящие стучаньем сердца, одиноки...
Так пусто умирать без слов...
А мир разнообразен клетью наказаний
И смотришь на него стеклянными глазами,
Нет боли, чувств и этих скучных откровений,
Все встало на места свои отныне
И ты бинтами на себе поставишь крест,
Вернешься ненадолго, сердце лишь остынет...
И снова в грязь, лицом, должно быть от умений...
Ты встанешь и пойдешь не теми уж тропами,
Ведь грустно умирать без слов....
Прошла иголками-ножами... кудесница по имени Любовь 


in english

 Yes, it's pained to die without words....
An empty quiet bitter taste of flours
And in a neck by dryness vices.
There are no looks, there is absence of you, and hands,
This hands already wadding, without hands...
Opened by avalanches is a streams of veins and sounds
Clinks as knocking to my heart, are single...
So emptily to die without words...
And a world is various by the cage of punishments
And you look at him by glass eyes,
There is no pain, senses and these boring revelations,
All got up into places it from now
And you by bandages on itself you, put's on you a cross,
You will get back for a short time, you heart is cool off only...
And again in dirt, by face, must be from abilities...
You will get up and will go by not those by paths,
In fact it is sad to die without words....
Passed by needles-knives...
Miracle sorcerer whose name is Love.... 


translated by Viktoria Fominykh

 Yes, it's pain to die without words....
The bitter taste of flours is an empty quiet
  And dryness vices are in throat
There are no looks, there is absence of you, but hands,
These hands're already wadding, without hands...
Opened by avalanches are the streams of veins and sounds
Clinks as knocking to my heart, are single...
So emptily to die without words...
And world is various with the cage of punishments
And you look at him with glass eyes,
There is no pain, senses and these boring revelations,
All got up into places i from now
And you'll put a cross on you with bandages ,
You will get back for a short time, your heart will only cool off ...
And in dust again, with face, because of your skills...
You will rise and  go by not those  paths,
In fact it is sad to die without words....
Passed by needles-knives...
Miracle sorcerer whose name is Love.... 


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