There is nothing really to explain.
What has happened? That’s what we don’t know,
And we try, still try to love again
With the hearts as cold as winter snow,
Ghostly evenings smelling of the sea,
Of spring flowers delicate and sweet…
You will touch my lips and I will see
That your kisses seem so cold, indeed,
I will clench your palm, but now my heart
Is just beating calmly, with no change
In my feelings. People grow apart
By the reason so absurd and strange…
1945
Translated by Dina Mukhamedzyanova