drying grass

 

I would like to go to Paris

Would like to go to Ny

Would like to go around the world

And I would like to see my parents healthy

My children growing

The trees with fruits

My hair not whitening

The reverse youth-time is here

No way to counter it

Now is time for Rachmaninov

And now is time for Bohemian rhapsody

The second part of your life

Is full of wisdom and analysis  

As well as sorrows and distance

 

They cut the trees in our garden last march

Used to be green embracing all the birds with shadows all around

And in the morning, all I look at with my cat

Is drying grass …