Сердце [Serdse] [English translation]

I am so tired of you

Excruciating organ,

Weak, always sick,

Bleeding,

I can't sleep at night

Nor during the day,

You're hollowing out the thin

Membrane from the inside.

Contractions and lacerations,

New spasms and agony,

The gaze, impeccably lazy,

Is betrayed by shaking hands.

Around the turned off lamp

Strange lights are flaring.

The voice of reason is so weak

So very quiet.

I can end

Your life

In the wrist

of the hand.

For blood is

Only a liquid,

Thin veins

Are fragile.

Contractions and lacerations,

New spasms and agony,

The gaze, impeccably lazy,

Is betrayed by shaking hands.

Around the turned off lamp

Strange lights are flashing.

The voice of reason is so weak

So very quiet.

If you were to

Burst outside,

Tear the ribs,

And skin apart,

That would be a fine

End to everything.

That would be...

A fine...

I am so tired of you

Excruciating organ,

Weak, always sick,

Bleeding,

I can't sleep at night

Nor during the day,

You're hollowing out the thin

Membrane from the inside.