Itís every evening - I am litting candle You image fumigates with smoke to meet, And I donít want to know that I can handle, That time will pass and this will pass with it There is no longer place in soul for wisdom, Itís everything I had beside the pain, She didnít know, but she has taken with her To airport and later - to the plane. And every evening I am litting candle, You image fumigates with smoke to meet, And I donít want to know that I can handle, That time will pass and this will pass with it My soul is hollow, emptier than never, Why do you stay across my empty way? Just songís fragments, some dust and rusty web there, And everything the rest she took away ņnd now evening litting for me candles, You image fumigates with smoke to meet, And I donít want to know that I can handle, That time will pass and this will pass with it And no lead, my soul goals - purely bogus, You dive in it and you will find the scraps Two ďhalf of phrasesĒ, half of dialogues And rest of it locates in Paris, France. So let the evening litting for me candles, You image fumigates with smoke to meet, And I donít want to know that I can handle, That time will pass and this will pass with it  
© David Abgaryan. Translation, 2014