Who and what is to blame for today I don't see it...
Land turned white, slightly faded the star
And gray hair flew down to me with the winter,
The first white snowflakes and a goblet of wine.
And of all that has happened - no point to be jealous...
Only heart aches with longing sometimes -
And 'What for do you blame' - it so quietly whispers,
Your gray hair? ' - years don't go back
I will not hide gray hair and magical daydreams
I'll be hovering low over the seething waves...
Stokes will curl in wine of bitter tears..
What do I have to do now with my own gray hair?
'Spring at last will return! You will sing and you will melt -
Says gray hair, and smiles to the years-
I'm the wisdom of yours! Don't you know, my dear? -
And I hope that forever with you I will stay.
tRANSLATION FROM ALLA BOZHDAR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem