Well, you have changed...
And the eternal things
Suddenly have dropped down as a deposit of being.
There were the times, when you were young and careless,
You grew as a mature man, around is your family.
You can't, as earlier, to fly to heaven,
Using the fragments of your former feelings -
A burden of responsibility is light, but
It prevents to learn the science of bright real.
And I - have changed... I'm flying with a wind...
And looking from the height onto the nature.
I wasn't aware in my gormer being,
That I can live without light - for centuries...
The centuries will pass... before the light of lamp
Of some life could warm your blood.
We all - the parts of this strange play,
Where the life again dissoves us in the mood
Of the mysterious striving to a Pleasure,
To a Grin in eyes of the elusive Destiny...
And where is the Love? Where is the Perfection,
To which we burst our tears in a praying? ...
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In russian:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2012/03/09/1916
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem