Оплавляются свечи На старинный паркет, И стекает на...

The candles are melted
Old parquet floor
And flows down to the shoulders
Silver with epaulettes.
As in agony wanders
Golden wine ...
All the past is leaving, -
What comes is all the same.

And, in dying languor
Looking back
The deer are running away
Running into a volley.
Someone is aiming
On an innocent chest ...
All the past is leaving, -
Let something come.

Someone evil and skillful
Having fun at random
Jigsaw sharp arrows
Into a sore sunset
Heard in the storm of melodies
Repeating notes ...
All the past is leaving, -
Let what comes come.