Itís smoky, so smoky the mirrorís grown dim now And faces just opposite seem indistinct; And couples have no more desire to spin round, But still to the end of my song I will sing. The notes that were needed have long been played out, The wine in the glass burned so strong its flameís out, The minute-long urge to explain has passed, And Iíd better silently drain my glass. The weatherís not spoilt us with sun for a half-year, And under the ice crust lie frozen numb souls; Iíve waited in vain so it seems for the thaw here And memories canít be warmed up in the cold. The notes that were needed have long been played out, The wine in the glass burned so strong its flameís out, The minute-long urge to explain has passed, And Iíd better silently drain my glass. So weary, the orchestra loses its timing, The circle is closing, I canít break the ring. Stay calm now! Iíd much better take my leave smiling But still to the end of my song I will sing. The notes that were needed have long been played out, The wine in the glass burned so strong its flameís out, The mirrorsí grins darken, their passionís passed, And I would do better to smash my glass.
© Margaret & Stas Porokhnya. Translation, 2008