On the Island of Hope

Светлана Сиверко
It's again all the same,
Outside it's grey rain,
Thrown cup on the floor,
You are slamming the door.

Change your trail,
Change your route
If you feel no good
In the place you stayed long,
When the people you love,
Treat you bad, take you wrong.

You went back, you went forth
Driven into a trap -
Cut the knots, break the bonds,
Drink the life till last drop.

Almost one, almost lost
On the Island of Hope,
At least you don't need
To sneak or tiptoe.