That's all, just a few words ...


That's all, just a few words.
How do I now do not knock on the door? (?)
He did not believe in my love,
In my heart I did not believe it.

And I was hoping, I wrote something,
I have a letter sent to all addresses.
I am the wind talking about it,
That here (?) Remained loved.

***
You sang me a lullaby.
I grew up in your space.
The dawn of my life burning
At your age-old towers.

Moscow desperate breeze
He pierced me with its strength.
Love I accidentally met
Outside your noisy.

And I am parting with you I
And the food in the other edge,
As if far away
Hiding my youth.

1944