...and time is moving in reverse,
And winter's coming after spring,
Your blessing glance became my curse
And empathy is folding wings;
It's getting cold, all fondness spent,
And I'm accepting what I faced;
So easily my trembling hand
Is letting go of your waist.
The snow is covering the past
And pain is covered by the snow...
...but this will not forever last
And spring will come like years ago;
There will be May and gentle sun,
We'll drink it up, this charming rain,
We'll reach the ocean on the run
And go aboard,
abroad,
insane.
The original poem in Russian: http://stihi.ru/2018/12/05/6539