It`s Late Poem by Emma Adamyan

It`s Late

Rating: 4.9

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'

Sylva Portoian 03 December 2011

Emma...You are a real good translator Congrats

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Sarwar Chowdhury 03 November 2009

excelllent flow in your translation! 10+

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Prakash Mehra 01 November 2009

Nice content, thoroughly enjoyable.

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Siddartha Montik 28 October 2009

so much a deep feeling! ! ! as if hard for others to feel it all..but with that deep meaning! Thank you for sharing! ! 10 +++++++++

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