Каторжник [Katorzhnik] [English translation]

Todd:

As far as convulsions, delirium, and weeping,

(Until broken by the hardships of life),

I kept my memories,

So that in them (my memories), he lived.

I kept them on top of the gloomy thoughts,

Above the dark abyss,

At the bottom of a Crystal jug,

Like drying drops of ink.

As the tight noose

Compresses my throat

My thoughts turn into snakes…

The blood in my memory

Splatters the city

The memory of my blood,

The blood in my memory…

Crawling around, swallowing pieces of dust,

When you cannot distinguish good and evil

You should know, he never forgot about you,

And he tried everything to make himself forget..

But memory, like death, is permanent,

Like the night rain on black glass

Bloody shards of ruby

She ran to the bottom of the Crystal jug

The tight noose

Squeezes my windpipe

My thoughts turn into snakes…

The blood in my memory

Splatters the city,

The memory of my blood,

The blood in my memory…