What an old person aspires
is probably - a new youth!
and I understand you now,
I long for the youth with you.
But, dear, I'll leave you now,
I'll go to a window frame,
what wil make me smile - the sun there,
and endlessness of a lane.
This endlessness makes me little,
and opens me dear God!
this opening is so simple,
but billions - don't understand!
That feeling alone makes you happy,
you don't even have to find,
the flash of small life right now! -
so clear to babes and wise,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem