Happiness slumbers
in a featherbed of the Sky –
no flight! –
the blizzard casts spells,
laughing in face, –
in vain,
you search for peace
in fortune-tellers and wines, –
at night,
the ring on your finger
will turn black the same,
again.
Neither cat’s shadow,
nor light in the Dark Tower, –
alert! –
even the doors disappeared,
breaking the laws
to win,
at the gatehouse, just listen,
the clatter of hooves
is heard,
Athos icons are stronger,
that’s what
I believe in.
There is a way out,
don’t think of the walls,
I know,
with the first star the altar
will wake up from night
the ray
of the Holy Word, spilling
from the stage to the halls
in a row,
the peal of the chuch
will disperse evil spirits
away.
December 11, 2007
Тёмная башня. In the dark tower
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