It`s Late Poem by Emma Adamyan

There`s no sunshine in this city anymore,
Loneliness has become the best friend for me,
Too fast...
And now I don`t have to play that hard role,
As if my grief has gone and pain calmed down.
But the storm was over ages ago
And a bird, flying by,
Is leaving an easy trace in the sky,
As if my answer to you...

It`s late,
It`s too late...
By the sacrificial fire of my soul,
I burn everything, as it`s in a hurry,
Forever in my past you to bury,
Even you remain the bitterest,
Of all my losses,
Be sure, tommorow I won`t regret it all,
As I dont today,
Can`t see another way...

To understand every wrong again,
To forgive every single pain,
I want so much, but I`m tired of hurts.
I better let the memory torment my heart at nights
And knock in its door with those painful hits...



Translated from Russian. The singer Natalia Podolskaya 'Pozdno'