Wait for me
Epigraph: “ Wait for me and I’ll come back” K. Simonov
I
Wait for me, my dear friend,
You’re in mу chest,
Although the another trend
Seems to be the best.
The essence of this drift is
Not to wait, but leave,
What about gossip-trees
Whisper their lips-leaves.
The night wind dashes like a crow,
Looking at star shrives:
You are tired long ago
Of my boring live,
Cause you’re waiting for some new,
Having rolled up sleeves…
Shut up, I’m begging you,
Cause I’m not believe.
Well, If this is so in fact,
Then, like a moon beam,
Pass through our soul’s tract
Into my sweet dreams.
II
Wait for me in my little town
In the heat and frost,
Although they lie all around
That I’m die or lost,
That I am a hungry soul,
Picking up joy crumbs…
No, faithfulness is my goal,
Wait, and I will come.
Wait for everyone I think
In my native land –
On a bright day in the spring
I return, my friend.
All problems, all road miles,
Where cold winds blow,
I’ll forget and with a smile
I will say: Hello!
III
Wait, when other do not wait
For the light ahead.
And I did not take away
In a foreign land.
Wait, when icy ocean wave
Scream like crazy man,
And I know, that I’ll be saved
From it fluid hand.
Wait for me, my native yard,
Mother, father, mate,
Only she, that I loved hard,
Oh, she will not wait.
