Torn from within,
A storm is raging in me,
And the storm, without subsiding,
Does not let me forget
All the bitterness that I was
Once destined to experience.
Tears flow without getting tired…
And no one knows their reasons,
And no one can understand me,
Because for me one joy
Is my old girlfriend,
Whose name is pillow.
The reason for my tears is simple —
My dreams, my hopes
Played a cruel joke on me.
My world was destroyed a long time ago,
It was burned to the ground a long time ago,
And now it is trampled to the end.
One love burned out,
And the other blossomed,
But this did not make it easier for me,
But only made it more painful.
Happiness is shattered,
As, indeed, am I myself.
I do not feel warmth,
There is no trembling, desires,
But only a terrible cold
That kills me from the one
To whom I had the imprudence to bring
My heart out of my chest.
My ailment is not curable —
A destroying feeling
That has ruined me more than once,
To forget, which I wish,
And in my life never
To remember it again.
Spring 2018
You have become the mistress of my heart —
My savior, my destroyer.
Only in your hands is my freedom,
Only in your hands is my soul.