Ты просто прими: ты от него ушла. Это...

You just accept: you left him. It’s as if icy water is pouring onto yourself from a well.
There are no more all these curtsies a la "it's up to you to decide", and there is no secret hope that it will still come back.
Nothing left. Conversations burned to dust. And your nights are just the requiem at the funeral.
The end was obvious. He happened. And nothing else will turn around.
You won’t let him go - even though the whole Universe burns. Something has long been dying, inside of you.
Something died abruptly and swoop in your chest.
He killed something ... But we are adults, and no offense.
Be silent, please, and do not speak anymore.

The pain is bloodletting. The only way when others have no money left.
And everything became smooth.
Not a single record will ever jam.
Pain is a must. But it is by no means a test or a cross.

And I ... I just curled into a vessel with a snake. Waiting for gin. But the genies will not be delivered.
And he is there ... hungry, spoiled, stripped, swollen ...

I can be betrayed to infinity. And yes my name on someone else’s conscience

And as for me - I'm going to bed. I'll take it all down. And I’ll survive everything.