The riverside

Good evening sunset, I came to visit you,
I'm feeling sick, again.
This April turned out to be harsh,
Every night injects the insomnia in my vein.

The moon, good night, you are unfailing friend,
Keep this night dark,
Fall ill, disease - a lack of hands.
Wrap me in a sleep, Dyed-away park.

Breathing is easier right by the water,
The rocks are softer than home.
The river surface substitutes bed,
Your wave is such a familiar zone.

I'm in place where heart is knocking my door,
Here, silence will beat the noise of a steamship.
As darker it getts as warmer I am,
My roots are right here but family's gold covers the cheap.

In middle of gold, wine for a dinner,
Unreceived calls...
So many problems, but one is outstanding,
The absence of human covered with false.

Original https://m.vk.com/wall-112420512_357
Poetry МОЯАНАХАТА
Translation Alexander Kandaurov
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