Psysuccess. Selected poems. Egor Rybakov

Ivanenko Kristina

      «Walking around Moscow in a strange state of mind»

      http://www.stihi.ru/2011/09/22/652

      Again silent, without giving a sign,

      As if they are not familiar and not good friends,

      So I want to roar, tear my hair and cry,

      But I’m a man, and that’s impossible.

      And again coffee is my great friend,

      And thoughts randomly wander in the dark,

      From experiences again I can not sleep,

      Everything was fine for a week, but now it’s empty.

      Again calm, like the moment before the storm,

      I let you go again without pain and loss,

      Without controversy and despondency, and come what may,

      And I can not do anything, I roar like a beast.

      Moscow is silent, as if it knows everything about everything,

      Only quietly whispers that everything will be forgotten, it will pass,

      «What do you love the wrong one, my naive fool,

      He lives with another, he only loves you, hopes and waits.

      My Gerda

      Through pain and tears you reach for me

      Fearing neither the sun nor the bitter cold,

      And you always shine with a spark in the darkness,

      Eternal love will melt the ice of longing and bitterness.

      You are not afraid of anyone and believe in miracles,

      And your heart gently warms everyone around

      And it’s sad without you, my heart is so bad,