Red house

Little red house on a white plateau
 Stop!  After all, no one has been here before you,
 You climbed the mountains, the rope broke,
 Survived?  Are you breathing?  What are you not happy about?!

 This is not a house, a tent is standing,
 And the linen weighs on the rope,
 Remember you were here ten years ago
 Do you remember a friend cooking dinner?
 Same tent, same plateau
 Do you remember?  No one has been here before you!
 The wind screams, the wind ruffles the linen,
 You scream too!  Do you remember her name?
 You were tearing yourself up, shouting your name!
 In vain, no one answered you.

 Come closer!
 Still ahead!

 Though only twenty steps to the tent,
 He was not ready to go to her,
 Again he shouted, called her and begged,
 The wind whipped and circled.
 He remembered the songs behind the bright fire,
 He remembered the nights that were then,
 He remembered the voice that called him,
 All that I have not remembered for so long.

 Come closer!
 Still ahead!

 He finally took twenty steps,
 What then was not ready to do,
 And on the ropes in the holes underwear,
 A crow calls from behind the tent.
 The tent is stained, because snow, rain,
 She had to endure so much!
 Who made this tent?
 The spots of the fire are filled with water.
 What happened ten years ago?
 He does not want to, he is not happy to remember.
 The wind suddenly found a strange voice,
 The wind screamed to go back,
 If he leaves, he will continue to live,
 It is only necessary not to value the memory,
 Don't remember what happened then
 At the moment when the trouble came!
 He plugged his ears and the wind died down,
 He heard many such songs.

 Come closer!
 Still ahead!

 If you decide, there is no need to retreat,
 Or risk not recognizing her.
 Her name will become dust and sleep,
 He won't recognize the tent later.
 Twenty steps almost behind
 The canopy of the tent is already ahead,
 The wind suddenly howled, howling her name,
 And behind the tent crows creak!

 Come closer!
 Still ahead!

 White hands opened the tent,
 Red lips, as before, loved,
 Brown eyes shone with laughter,
 As if those troubles did not happen then.
 Two lie in the new tent,
 He forgot everything, he was so glad to be with her,
 The fire is dancing, the soup smells so, boils,
 And the linen hangs on a rope.

 Little red house on a white plateau
 Stop!  After all, no one has been here before you,
 You climbed the mountains, the rope broke,
 Late?  Are you breathing?  What are you happy about?!