Now in the night, they light me candles but I feel That out of the smoke your image flows. And I donít want to know that time will heal, With time all passes and all goes. Now I will finally have rest, I know, For all that used to be my soul to me Unknowingly has followed her to go First to the port, and then across the sea. Now in the night, they light me candles but I feel That out of the smoke your image flows. And I donít want to know that time will heal, With time all passes and all goes. What is my soul? ĎTis but a desert there: A pile of cobwebs and some scraps of song... Why do you stand over my soul and stare? For every other thing she took along. Now in the night, they light me candles but I feel That out of the smoke your image flows. And I donít want to know that time will heal, With time all passes, and all goes. My soul is but a tangle of lost ways. Dig into it, and you will find there, well, A couple of half-dialogues, a couple turns of phrase, And every other thing has just gone straight to hell. Now in the night they light me candles but I feel That out of the smoke your image flows... And I donít want to know that time will heal - It does not heal, it cripples, And with it all passes and all goes.
© Tamara Vardomskaya. Translation, ?