The evening song

Хубулава Григорий Геннадьевич
When I woke up, the light was shutered down,
And raindrops were sharper than a blade.
The sky was gray, the ground was dark brown,
And I was stuck between my love and hate.

My wings were fallen. Who will give an answer?
Who interrupted our maddened flight?
The eager twilight wriggled like a dancer,
But you became a glow, and you were right.