Кувшин [Kuvshin] [English translation]

...For many days now i walk around empty,

Opening my mouth wide.

Waiting for someone to show me affection,

To pour some milk.

So that i won't need to languish in the noon heat

Like an empty pitcher.

So that the peace of a pure soul

Would come upon me.

If only you'd wanted, i'd have turned

Milk into wine.

If only you'd let me, i'd have shared

Your noon shelter.

Bless me with a light hand,

Don't let your eyes leave me,

So that your words flow, like a river

Through my lips.

Let me go - i would walk barefoot

Through the whole world.

A hypocrite, i would sing and dance,

Throwing my head up high, a hosanna* -

For you, Lord!

Deliver me from intoxicating sin,

Draw your hands aside...

And bestow snow upon us, like soft white manna

From the sky, Lord.

But the world is motionless, it's dark and cramped.

It's hot in my throat.

Measured and incorporeal, through my lips flows

Emptiness.