Александр Цеханович – The Creator of Worlds / Создатель миров (английская версия) (страница 7)
Black matter soared over the fire,
Then it started to rain, thunder rumbled.
Only coals remained.
My hands were covered in blood up to the elbow,
Returning home, I found my wife dying.
With a heavy burden on my shoulders, I felt guilty,
And as befits, from grief sank to the bottom.
If I knew that it would be so,
I would not have dealt with a witch —
Now I know that there are phenomena
Worse than one’s own death…
«How would life…»
How would life
Had not beaten me
I won’t forget
What was…
The day you gave me
Your heart
About eternal love
You spoke an oath.
That night was so bright
The moon shone for us.
She led a cheerful round dance
with the stars.
(In the arms of passion)
You held me
And there was time for everything
Too little.
All life running
(Sand slipped through my fingers)
And here it is in front of me
Your grave is well-groomed —
There is nothing more
Of all that was…
Your portrait from the monument
Looks at me with a sweet smile.
“Find and love another,
More than I loved you!”
So before death
You told me.
I hugged you so tightly
And you hugged me tighter
When in my arms
You burned to the ground with love.
We did not need a lighter for this flame.
I would be happy with you
To burn with the fire of one candle,
But who is dead in life,
Can’t die again.
Neither alive nor dead, as if
Lost in a nightmare,
I don’t understand,
How I got into it.
I bring you flowers
And tears fall from my eyes
And every time
Like the first time…
«Mossy marble of…»
Mossy marble of
royal graves…
(Into small pieces)
It turns ruthlessly by war.
A timid heart hurts —
Love is the only fault.
Let it turn to dust. 
