Do not weep by my grave, I implore!
I'll dive into a silvery haze,
And wrapped in a coarse cloth,
With a light step journey away.
Do not cry at my grave anymore!
Those golden days won't return.
And in objects that once were my own,
Do not seek me, for I'm not there.
Do not read prayers for the dead,
Letting words fall to the earth.
Hold no service, no requiem,
Don't let false tongues feast on empty rites.
Better in silence stay here with me,
Listen to the wind's sorrowful tune—
It will sway, through eternity,
The wildflowers on my grave.
Do not weep by my grave
© Copyright: Евгений Тушин, 2026
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