«I had only small successes…»
I had only small successes,
as rare as people on the night street.
And from birth to death,
I was covered with a mist of speculation.
Where am I going, finally?
What will happen if I gaze into the abyss?
Who are you? (It’s still a miracle for me.)
There is no smoke without fire
(They say). Is it love or just cheap magic?
Hey! The angel of love treated me like garbage.
Psyche makes fun of me.
How dare she?
When I hear your name, I see
A fearless goddess, beautiful.
I was charmed by you and
I stand like a stone sculpture,
And I suspect all miracles.
Because of these rewards, I will face torments.
If I start to trust, I will be crucified,
And will feel a spear under my ribs.
Then the jackal-critics will tear me apart!
Don’t trust the rulers of fate,
Remember – dreams will not come true!
Only sweat and blood, and hard work
Will open the gates of Eden.
Hunger, cold, and need
With the creator to death, forever, indeed.
Do not believe in laudatory speeches,
And do not look for a meeting with Beauty!
If there is strength – work tirelessly,
And if not, burn in fiery hell!
When love and obsession pass,
Watch out for good signs!
The power of thought will stop the destruction,
Crowds of onlookers surprisingly —
Out of dirt, out of horror, out of words, nothingness…
Here it is… The promised land…
«I solved many enigmas…»
I solved many enigmas,
Like Cain who killed his brother.
I lost heart, love, comfort —
Eternal wanderer, searching for shelter.
I am excommunicated everywhere.
Rejected by all.
As if a cherub rejected his wings.
My apostles are thirteen Judases.
And revenge is the coldest of dishes.
A wreath of thorns on my head —
I’ll keep it in memory of you.
I press forward in realms and dreams,
Trying to find a fallen star,
Which can change the destiny of the whole world,
Which can cure hatred, and halt degradation,
Which can teach us to love again
And live in peace with each other.
«From my birth, I have had a gift…»
From my birth, I have had a gift,
(It seems like royalty, even without “publishing”),
But now, for all the rest,
I will have to face mockeries as blessings.
Even if my appearance is
Hidden from a million books,
Which tried to catch me,
All that people know is that on the body 
