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Упаси меня Бог
От такой суеты
Где под топот сапог
На меня смотришь ты
Где из гомона слов
Выпадает одно
Как основа основ
На стеклянное дно
Где подкошенный мир
Оседает дрожа
И под вопли в эфир
Отлетает душа
Только взгляд твой за пятку
Как тонкая нить
Тонкий глас тишины
Ни порвать ни разбить
...
Что же делать потом
После пляски чертей
Когда вырванный дом
И игрушки детей
Белой ниткой подшив
В свой угрюмый архив
Жизнь пройдет, а ты жив
Не взирая на гриф?

The fear is gone. The pain remains.
Stark image focused with a start
Reality with bloody stains
From bitter searching of the heart
The vestiges of hope depart
No turning back, no way ahead
A bitter song, a broken heart
Just left for dead.

In bitter searching of the heart
There is no chance of lucky find
No secret map, no magic chart
And what you see will make you blind
There is no audience, no stage
And yet you cannot get away
There is no turning of the page
It's all to stay.

In bitter searching of the heart
In stately solitude of pain
When sadness gently draws apart
The curtains of the daily gain
There, in the mirror of your soul
I look for tiny shard of mine
'Tis not enough to make me whole
But it's a start

Like half-forgotten dream
like whisper in the wind
life as it should have been
in memory redeemed

Names scratching at the door
a face behind the glass
the words that nevermore
and moments that won't last

Oh take away the grace
of life that never is
The whisper in the daze
of half-forgotten dreams

What shall I say to you
when all is said and done?
My words - with wind they flew
Not one is left, not one...

The never ending fall
through yellow whirl of leaves
The stillness of it all
for one who disbelieves

And you might think it so
But what a dreadful thought
The leaves around to throw
for one who knows not