Pis'mo (Письмо) (ইংরেজী অনুবাদ)
I'm sad that you weren't caught in the heavy summer rain
In July night on the Baltic Bay
You haven't seen the magic of these lines.
A wave it's a pleasure to touch to
Sand with scattered stones
View, unchaging for centuries.
I'm sad that we won't ever get on a train
Which would ride through this time zone
By the arrow, pulled to the pole.
It won't reflect in that compartment a party
The window, where pictures keep changing
And we won't wake up in the morning,
Late at night
Through all the commas finally got to the point
Address, Post Office
Don't worry, no more will I dedicate you a line
Rarely get to me in the night time
Letters break into dance
I write and never wait for an answer
Light is left, sound is left, everything else erased
I called only to hear the voice
Rider froze, no room for the river in the channel
I love, not needing a feeling in return.
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