Dark ahead that approaching me - wait! There sunset looks purple invariable, Head wind blows, the rain is not straight, And the roads are terrible. There words sound strange, there evil talks fuss, Meetings happen that no one has need at all, There burnt down, withered the grass, And the trace got unreadable, - In the dark. There fights are a test - who is hard, And the wind driving billows grounding, Muddling up all the rhythms, the heart, - Intermittently pounding. There words sound strange, there evil talks fuss, Meetings happen that no one has need at all, There burnt down, withered the grass, And the trace got unreadable, - In the dark. There sounds and dyes - not for luck, Pick and choose him the way how could a man? Iím wanted, it seems, in the dark Till the weather is good again. There words sound strange, there evil talks fuss, Meetings happen that no one has need at all, There burnt down, withered the grass, And the trace got unreadable, - In the dark.
© Natalia Tverskova. Translation, 2000