Translated by Alexei Markov & J.Hardy
While in the South you can’t even think of the brightening
The time will come — you’ll throw around your stones
I wish you came, glaring and able eyes to blind
Will you forgive me, night, I am gonna leave you
While in the South you can’t wish you were not there
While in the South you can’t hide from the lightnings
Flashing you have no idea where
Being in the South you can’t find the words and melodies
Flashing you have no idea where
The time will come — the waters on them will fall
The time will come — the rain will soak your flesh and bones
You’ll wish it would water the city walls
The emptied city halls
I wish you washed off that toxic rush of the days
I wish you helped me my only love to find
Hardening me like a sword upon your rays
Your white-hot rays
Your quiet, as always, has been absolutely right
I’m even happy with your blowing tailwind
I got its music and words in the twilight
I even was happy with that blowing tailwind
I got its music and words in the twilight
