I’m cold… You think I’m really fluey?
I’m not for sure… Maybe you’re right.
The weather’s nasty by mischance for now.
And I’m not wearing my cozy woolly scarf.

This February snows a lot and rages.
I’d like to wrap in plaid and not to leave.
I know it’s blues. I know for certain, sweetheart.
You shouldn’t get a feel for me. I’m peeve.

The spring will come. There will be a revival
Of new ideas, follies and delight.
And I will rise, I will return, my dear,
Better than previous. I will be vitalized!

I’ll be waiting for you at dawn,
Where the night ends,
Where birds chirp in whisper
Like elves from fairylands.

I’ll wash my feet with cool dew
And I will be calmly awaiting,
Where pure thoughts are twisting with osiers
And creating dreams, fascinating.

I’ll be waiting for you at dawn.
Come some morning. I’m here,
Where dew is cool and all-pure
And our dreams are near.

I want to go home so much!
I want to go to my open essence.
There’s coffee on the table. It’s undrunk.
And there’s my future, which is pure taintless.

I want to go home, to my place.
The time is ripe: my heart and soul are holed.
To hell with being along! I go home!
I am invisible. And here I am cold.

I loved you so much, to the pain in my temples.
My love was a billow that made one’s blood cold.

I looked for you wolfish till one drops, till hoarseness.
I saw you in each one and ripped myself cold.

My nights are sleepless, my mornings are lack.
I try to conceal myself and hide you in whole.

My heart is pulseless, my mind is dark.
I know it’s folly, but I need you all.

What a ridiculous night…
It’s cold.
My body wants love a lot,
It’s bold.
It wants embraces and caresses
Till one drops.
What a ridiculous night…
It’s lachrymose.

What an immoral spring…
It’s obscene.
En masse and at me in whole
It’s too mean.
I thought I could do everything.
I was mistaken.
What an immoral spring…
My pain is untaken.

What an endless year…
It’s torture.
There’s no happiness and pain is
Too often.
I wish I could burn it out
In whole.
What an endless year…
Stop it all!

What a short tiny life…
It’s frustrating.
I thought that everything lies ahead.
And time is unending.
And I can correct everything
And create.
What a short tiny life…
I want it more! Wait!