Konstanin Vanshenkin

They’re false – all those loud statements,
That you’d gone to the other world,
And left all us – your life is endless
While still alive our hearts and thoughts.

Your young sweethearts, with bitter tears
And their love, had bewailed your death,
And had forgotten you through years, 
We can’t forget you – as themselves.

And tossing with the grievous fires,
Amidst the groves and hills, high,
You’ll die only with death of ours, – 
But then, you see, and we will die.


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, September, 2002