the bell somewhere is ringing
and for me in ears
behind the window
a rough wind is only humming.
you are on the road
with your luggage
I stayed with one's...
of words... and this my world
you tomorrow are already coming back
and then again a work
is waiting for me, and of overdue
letters stack.
you will sit for a while, and will rest
and go, cause there the river.
still wait for you, and perhaps
somebody else.
take boat, and buy vodka,
loving, with the good effect.
and play with the girl.
duties will pass, as everything,
at one time....and a still,
you too...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey this is a jolly good poem.. loved it.. liked the taste of it I mean! ! ! ! very tasty and lovely poetic drink! ! ! simple lines, but very refreshing, .. good.. with love shan