It’s not for me

It’s not for me,

This river and it’s flow,

It’s nothing mean

For you, dance it’s around,

Unhappy scree

Kicks sadly gloom wind blow – 

It was all seen

Me, lie ice frozen ground.

I want to meet

This river at new spring.

Going cold blue fit,

Ice brakes with sunlight flowers,

But you repeat

The drill of guitar string,

That braking beat

Of autumn, snow white covers.

Return discuss,

Gold leafs drop with bad feel badge

It’s not for us, 

But we’ll return this village

I do not know

Who could this book repage?

But river flow

Us meeting, kisses image. 

Notes

The poem is a free variation on the theme of the Russian Cossack song “Not for me”