Мой друг художник и поэт [Moy drug hudozhnık ı poet] [English translation]

My friend is an artist and a poet, on a rainy night on the glass

He drew my love, uncovering miracle on Earth.

I sat quietly by the window and enjoyed the silence,

From that moment my love was always with me.

And time flowed like water.

And I was always so warm.

When on a rainy night

I looked in the window glass.

But year after year I met

Sorrow in my love's eyes,

Dull light of rainy ennui

And then love changed its colour.

My love change colour, lovely bright day has faded.

Night shadow covers my love.

The chatter of cheerful hues, the play of magic fire.

My love does not delight me anymore.

The gentle tones have wilted.

The height and depth have disappeared

And there are no more clear lines.

Here is the portrait of apathy.

Love is looking eyes to eyes,

But I am not happy, not angry.

Earthly peace of colourless dreams

Is sharing silence with me.

And inspired face will lose its kind marks.

My love will die in me in the end.

And drops of bitter rain will flow down the glass

My love cries silently and leaving.

And rainbow of the past days

Will be covered by dust of coming years.

The same way will lose its colour

Memories about her.

Drawing is melting on the glass,

There is no hope to save it.

But how do I colour it again

In the shade of happiness, my love?

Or maybe just break the glass...

And plunge into other world

Where drawing sunlight

Lives an artist and a poet...