(translation of this poem http://www.stihi.ru/2013/01/29/5620)
I run without looking back.
It's always sad to tear away...
I wish I never said my vale,
Oh how I wish!.. I would be glad!
So many people I have met,
I have embraced so many friends...
My gift's my curse. It always ends.
I keep on running... Lonely vet...
I still remember each of you -
You all were brilliant, fantastic!
I ruined lives. I was too drastic...
I tried to save you - but no use.
My memory's tearing apart
And breaking both my hearts in pieces.
That hurts so much and never ceases,
I'm dying of this rueful part.
I'm dying of the grief and sorrow
For friends who was and who will be.
The price I pay - my reckoning
For endless destiny I follow.
And so I rove in every land,
I cut and run again
...in vain...