My soul, weary soul
Where did you come from, where are you going?
Time is running out slowly,
And you're still waiting, waiting for something!
At least I can find a branch of the tree,
Sounding so unreal now
Genealogy!
And still I see the sound of a ballroom mazurka,
But the branches are broken! Trampled paths!
Who was I in another birth?
Hey, eternity, well, at least give a sign!
Though in a melted hole behind an ice-clad window,
To see the one in whom both heaven and hell are at once!
Where did you come from? Where will you go?
© Copyright: Ирина Мутовчийская, 2023
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