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”
