Памяти Виктора Цоя [Pamyati Victora Tsoya] [English translation]

The poets are born not by odd chances

They must fly down to Earth from distant heights

Enigma of their fate only enhances

Accessible and common poets’ lives

The eyes of such above-sky living envoys

Are always sad, they see another way

In our tangled world their souls shine forever

And light the way to worlds that ran astray

They walk away completing their mission

Being withdrawn by Super Worlds above

They are outside affection and volition

As per the cosmic gaming rule of thumb.

They are leaving making no commitments

The moment that the trumpets sound most

The poets, the actors, and musicians -

Physicians they are for tired souls.

The birds in woods have learned the songs of theirs

The field flowers for them entwine the wreaths

They walk away from us but they will never disappear

In their songs and poems they still breathe

Perhaps today or probably tomorrow

I shall become mysterious envoy

To Super Worlds where went and left us to our sorrow

The poet and composer Victor Tsoy.