Each night alights and warms me with its candles, And clouds of smoke are shrouded by your face, And I donít want to know that time - is healing, That all will pass away and leave no trace. Now for a year my soul will not know calmness, All it contains, I have to wait to say, Not knowing it, she took all of me with her, First to the port, then on the aeroplane. Each night alights and warms me with its candles, And clouds of smoke are shrouded by your face, And I donít want to know that time - is healing, That all will pass away and leave no trace. My soul is like a desert thatís deserted, Why are are you hovering above my empty soul! Fragments of songs and spiderwebs - thatís all that lies there, And what remained - she took it all with her. Now night alights and warms me with its candles, And clouds of smoke are shrouded by your face, And I donít want to know that time - is healing, That all will pass away and leave no trace. In my soul, all my goals have no direction, Rummage through, and all youíll find is this, Half-dialogues and two half-finished phrases, And all the rest - just France and just Paris... May night alight and warm me with its candles, May clouds of smoke be shrouded by your face, And I donít want to know that time - is healing, That all will pass away and leave no trace.  
© Arkady Yanishevsky. Translation, 2008