Being as proud as I used to be
I’d leave forever, just letting you be.
Leaving behind what I easily drop,
Leaving behind what I never forget,
Everything- splitting my kingdom apart.
I would agree that you take as you go
Hundreds of kisses and of holidays, hundreds
Of words. You can take them with you.
What am I left with? The coldest of dawns,
Hundreds of late, after hours trains
And hundreds of raindrops that run after you.
A hundred of streets and a hundred of courts
Washed by a hundred of raindrops on tracks.
А. Тарковский. "Если б, как прежде, я был горделив"
A. Tarkovsky. Being as proud as I used to be
© Copyright: Галина Иззьер, 2009
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