Не знать ни отчаянья, ни поражения. Иллюзии силой...

To know neither despair, nor defeat.
Illusions by force are given a sign of mischief.
Insidious irony of views, movement.
Poisoned by pride blood and words.

The planets of reflection do not fade in my eyes,
And let imprisonment be a barrier on the way.
Confidence doesn’t go out, enough patience,
Only impotence smolders - alone, locked up.

The knowledge of agony, fear and lack of will,
Like a cascade full of hope and pain.
Running in the face with hot waves
From the past shadows that pull back.

Blurry and imaginary, crazy seeker
Finding peace for the only time
Under the canopy warm, in the eyes of mother
To stretch her cheek to her palm ..

Rushing around in delirium from dream to genius,
The unrecognized prince of two kingdoms at once.
But the ghost of mother’s range pulls in my chest,
Hot sleep - the response of those distant places ..

Then, behind the alarmingly hot centuries,
Was, as in childhood once, she,
Declared affection and life sciences,
Mother's only care is tender.

Nothing but this awe has power
That will pull away cold and will and flesh.
But everything froze, and the eyes look blindly,
And pride will not be able to overcome the blow.

Loss of succession through fate is swirling
In jerks whipping over and over in the face.
Only a bitter loss would be unthinkable
When awareness is locked in a ring.