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

My friend an artist and a poet on a rainy evening on glass

He painted my love and showed me a miracle on earth.

I was sitting quietly by the window and enjoyed the silence.

My love since then was always with me.

And the time flowed like water.

And I was always warm

When on a rainy afternoon I

Looked through window glass.

But year after year I met

In the eyes of my love sadness

A faint light of rainy boredom

And thus the color of love has changed

The color of my love has changed, the wondeful bright day has faded

A night shadow shelters my love

Chatter of cheerful colors, play of a magical fire

My love does not bring me joy anymore

Washed out the gentle tones

Vanished the height and depth

Their sharp lines are no more

This is a portrait of indiffirence

The love looks eyes to eyes,

But I am neither joyos nor angry

The earthly rest of colorless dreams

Is sharing its silence with me

And an inspired face will loose the kind features

My love will finally die in me

And drops of sad rain will stream down the glass

My love cries silently as it leaves.

And the rainbow of the days past

Will be covered by the dust of the years to come

And the memories about her

Will also loose color

A picture melts on the glass

There is no hope to save it

But how can I paint again

My love into a color of joy?

But what if to break the glass...

And dive into a different world

Where lives an artist and a poet

Who paints the sunlight