I toil between the ice above and below, - Should I drill the bottom or the top should I break? Of course, to swim up without losing hope, And then, the business of awaiting visas The ice above me, do brake and crack! Iím all in sweat, like plowing man. Like ships from an old songs, I will come back, Remembering everything, even the old poems. Iím less than half a century, forty something, - In your and Lord safekeeping , Iím alive, I have something to sing about, standing before Almighty, Before him, Iíve something to justify.
© Anatoli Trojanowski. Translation, 2019