There’s hardly any body left,
The tortured lips have all but withered!
I didn’t want this kind of death,
The time-frame that I chose was different.
I had an image: two big clouds
Collide together, fast and free,
And lightning’s fire plummets down,
And mighty ecstasy rings loud,
And both, like angels, come for me.
Как страшно изменилось тело,
Как рот измученный поблёк!
Я смерти не такой хотела,
Не этот назначала срок.
Казалось мне, что туча с тучей
Сшибётся где-то в вышине
И молнии огонь летучий
И голос радости могучей,
Как ангелы, сойдут ко мне.
«How is your life with that other one? / Simpler, is it? A stroke of the oars / and a long coastline — / and the memory of me is soon a drifting island / (not in the ocean — in the sky!) / Souls — you will be sisters — / sisters, not lovers. How is your life with an ordinary / ...»
«How is living with another? / Simpler? The thud of oars! — / Memories of me soon start to / Drift like wave-lines by the shores, I’m the island in the distance, / (Not on water! — in the sky!) / Souls! — You’re destined to be sisters / And not lovers in this life! How is li...»
«“I’m not leaving! — This isn’t the end!” And she clings and clings... / But in her breast — the swell / Of looming waters, / Of notes... Count on it: sealed as / A sacrament: we’re bound to leave each other!»
«And only one time with a foam / Wave is rising and falling down. / And heart can't live with parting tone, / There's no a betrayal — only love. We can be angry or be playing, / Or lying - but the heart is silent. / We never could produce betrayal: / The soul is one — and love is on...»