translated from Victor Liferov

I will not run a gold thread through a gold needle ear. I will not sing the best song I sang ready to disappear .

I will not run a silver thread through a silver needle ear To tie the heart of my woman and to have her always near.

My melancholy bases on the same roots as the others’. But I have no reasons to collect their grieves and bothers.

Together with love songs – gold stitch craft execution Life gives a lot of other things for revolution.

Except for one – a very short fate’s thread. I badly need, I was assured and lead.

I need it, after running through the needle, To sew the mystery of my birth and death into a riddle.