Enumerations перевод стихотворения Перечисления

If you want to drink –
So, drain me to the bottom!
I`m a glass of wine, soon
I`ll be empty, almost waste.
If you want to link:
In the mold of fire, sort of,
Cast me and the moon
Forget my desecrated face.
In the same paper there is the word
And ash with the blackest smell,
And I know – it`s not her fault –
It`s just you – in love so fall.
In sea you see tears, moisture and the water
On the edges of sailor`s half-forgotten lands,
I came into you like plague, so mortal,
When earthen, damp April was broken in defense.
Stars are Prometheus`s alien glare
Into fathomless distance, or maybe, at the people.
You`re a snake, creeping, tough, unfair,
That just bites Eva between Breasts a little.
The Sun is just the same as Moon, but colder,
Because it shines without love,
Burn me in her jar in painted smolder,
Otherwise, the wine ends on the stove.
Fast! You must destroy a nest
And forget her face – with no residue,
Before and after sugar rain the best
Is to get drunk, we are so greedy…