Your Name, My Storm

English entrepretation of the poem "Lilichka"
by Vladimir Mayakovsky

The smoke has carved the walls tonight,
My love is burning, out of sight.
Remember hands you gave to me —
This room’s a hell I cannot leave.

Now I sit with an iron heart,
You may curse me and break apart.
In the hall my hands still shake,
Love’s so heavy, I cannot fake.

Don’t let me run out wild,
Don’t push me into the night.
My love’s a stone around your neck —
Please let me scream this last regret.

No window ledge, no poison near,
Your eyes alone can kill my fear.
Tomorrow you’ll forget my name —
The page will burn in your heart’s flame.

Don’t let me run out wild,
Don’t push me into the night.
My love’s a stone around your neck —
Please let me scream this last regret.

Let me lay my tenderness down
On your leaving step, right now.
Your name, my storm, my crown.
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