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

My friend an artist once at night when raindrops fell on the window glass

Was in the mood to draw to me my one and only love

I was enchanted, numb and silent and simply stared up above

My love since then had been with me at every road’s overpass

And time was flowing nice and slow

With not much pain to undergo

When on a lonesome rainy night

My love would dazzle and excite

But years passed and I had seen

The sadness of the same routine,

The boring rainy days to fight,

And then my love had dimmed its light

My love had dimmed its glowing light, the days are dull with no delight

My love is covered by the shadow invisible under moonlight

The vibrant colors, the playful fire no longer shine as an invite

My love is crying out for me so helpless to ignite

The tender colors are withdrawn

The height and depth is also gone

And perfect lines are blurry now -

Detachment portrait anyhow

Still LOVE is staring into my eyes

I don't intend to analyze

A string of dreams is my lifeline

The silence and the undermine

The face of joy and inspiration had lost the kindness and affection

My love will die inside of me eventually, no resurrection

And teardrops of scornful rain are running down the windowpane

My love is mute while slowly walking far away

The rainbow of the days bygone

Is drizzled by the future’s dust

The memories of joy and fun -

All overrated, overdone

The image melts upon the glass

It can't be saved

This soon will pass

How could I even try to bring

The joy of love again to sing?

Or maybe I should break the window

And open up a different world

Where sunlit drawings rule the days

Of every artist anyways…