Память ноет как язва, сколько шрамов от прожитых...

Memory aches like an ulcer, how many scars from years lived.
Like fire on diamond tears reflected Eternity Light ...
Life days - knots on the rosary, one after another fleeing to Heaven.
It rattles in the mirage of the horizon Death, like a runway ...
Again, March is naughty and different: either a blizzard, then the smiles of spring.
The wind of the past, sharp and passionate, scattered restless dreams ...
Memory aches like an ulcer - to give everything will need an answer. On the last diamond snowflakes imprinted Eternity Next ...