Если люди в меня входят, не выходят они...

If people
into me
come in
they do not go
out of me.
Kolobrodyat,
they dance inside
through my dumbness a homonya.
The wise
and fools
crowded, -
drained to the end! -
so that heels my skin
they pierce
from the inside.
Give me a little rest!
Impossible!
I overcame
bringing so much happiness
inflicted so many grievances.
What happened to me?
What should I do with a huge crowd
in my own small breast -
even the militia there.
I got a little crazy
for there
in the hidden shadow
I haven’t left one of the women,
and they didn’t leave me.
The resurrection of friendships is awkward
no matter how hard you try tyranny
but I lost friends only outside
but inside I didn’t lose anyone.
Everyone with whom he swore in life,
became friends
all who only shook hands
become a new lifetime life
like a fireless secret fire.
All that my vain genius created
from the flickering of dreams and rains -
not a collection of my writings
but a meeting of these people.
Irrevocable Returnability -
like a waterfall flying back.
Who died -
in me reborn
who have not yet been born -
yelling.
The population is too big
unbearable for one,
but the soul would not be the soul
if there was nobody in her ...

1975, Yevtushenko