… Still, I loved you, loved you, loved you!

… Still, I loved you, loved you, loved you!

And it does not end - does it settle to the bottom ...

I broke you like a precious donut -

And the soul,

like a white tablecloth,

was leaked with shabby wine!

You gave color to my thoughts,

and images to the body,

Remaining - just a noise,

like the sea in a shell in your ear ...

But what really was there - what kind of business, Lord!

It is important - as it will be.

And it will be - as I write.