Ничего не надо, даже счастья быть любимым, не...

Nothing, not even happiness
be loved not
need even a warm lot
apple trees in the window.
Neither sorrow of women nor sorrow
bitterness, shame.
Erysipelas - in the dirt, and so as not to raise
never again.
They did not keep booze before bed.
Here is my line:
"Go off without me, enough -
sky clouds!"
Complain read and regret
basking in the fire
read aloud, laugh, pour tears.
Only without me.
Nothing really needed
no matter what:
nor someone else's apple orchard,
no other's love
what supports you gently
dropping fearing.
Better scary better hopeless
better snout in the dirt