Как с возрастом мельчает страх Когда уходят те...

How fear decreases with age
When those backs go
With whom sharing your world ashes
Cold wall
Greenhouse places
Traceless and dumb
Where there is a cross from the shadow
With foliage of strangers days
Flying into circulation
But not in a hurry to fly up
There at the colossus gate
They lay copper forever
And along a strange river
Deaf finger decree
Where we will be forever all
At your right moment and time.