It`s high time to leave you, dear.
Though I used to be myself,
I did not become the winner
Of your heart. I lost again.
Every word will cause a scandal.
Every vow will be a lie.
You smashed my heart like a vandal.
Did you know it was fragile?
Now I want to follow legends,
Old sweet songs and fairy-tales
Of Great Love, eternal, endless
And as strong as Mighty Death.
You don`t know where I am gonna
Spend the time - if it is left.
But when my short life is over,
Come at least to see me dead.
You will come and you will give me
A farewell kiss on the mouth.
And it`s me who will be guilty
Of your missing your Great Love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem