Fair weather is gone poor weather is here
From the window upon I pensively peer
How dear the memories of the childhood are
when you ran in the rain bare footed
but it is so far...
Summer flirts in a clattering of heels
And bends shapes with umbrellas like tujas to the knees...
And excited by a devination
They throw a glimpse with a secret sensation.
In Park Sokolniki under sounds of nightingales
People took their place : a man, a child and a female..
Acacia ‘s smell filled in the air
And left a spicy taste in squares.
The soul soaked up the heady scent-
A recollection of the past events.
Something saves us from the sigh
A welcome love is coming by.
The rain turned into a shower
And after that reduced its power
It flashed in my memory like a yesterday beam
As if I saw you in a dream.
By chance... we catch the glimpses day by day
The bygone drama’s being played
The ascent of the words on the peak of the thought
Leads to obscurity on top.
The void is crystal after rain
The shadow is fading in the lane
Like feelings which have finished to ring in the strings
The happiness is sending winks...
Ïåðåâîä ñòèõîâ, àâòîð À. Êàçà÷èé. Ññûëêà íà ïóáëèêàöèþ:
http://stihi.ru/2020/09/06/1430
Moscow, September, 01, 2020.