Now is the rule of golden spring!
Should not my youth pass away
in sorrow and weeping?
No, I want to laugh through tears,
among calamities to sing songs,
hopelessly I wish to hope,
I want to live! Fly away sad thoughts!
On the poor sad soil
I will sow colorful flowers.
I will sow them on the frost
and water them with my bitter tears.
And my hot tears will melt
stronghold of ice.
Maybe the flowers will rise
and cheerful spring will visit me.
On the steep flinty mountain
I will lift a heavy stone.
And carrying the terrible burden
I will sing song of gladness.
I will sing loudly
during my victory over despair.
Perhaps on that steep mountain
my heavy stone would be lifted.
In the long dark night
I would not be sleepy even for a moment.
I will look for the leading star,
the bright Lady of Duskiness.
Yes I will laugh through tears,
among the calamities I will sing songs
Hopelessly I want to hope.
I will live! Go away sad thoughts.
My heart is not allowed to sleep
though everywhere is dusk and boredom,
though I know that everything is temporary.
My look is fearless.
Maybe the sad clouds will pass away.
Maybe shining star
will send me its light.
Everything will be fall apart.
The time of the world will be over.
My heart will leap with joy.
I will be triumphant even
over the death.
translator and photographer Igor Marinovsky