2020. Вот, и ещё год

Город в хлопьях шампанского,

Шапки снега на крышах,

Ночь прозрачна и ласкова.

С Новым Годом, Миша!

1975—76

City in the flakes of champagne

Snowcaps on the roofs

The night is transparent and affectionate.

Happy New Year, Misha!

1975—76

Nothing foreshadowed parting

But the life that year decided for me. —

In the sky clicked, and I banned love,

And raced for many years bullshit.

Once I took away admin rights

In life, in fate, and in heaven.

Not everything, not everything is recoverable,

But enough firewood, just flooded into the forest.