Вячеслав Малежик - И будет март
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And March will come,
And a blue evening will fall—
The ruthless moment
Of a chance encounter.
And your slender shoulders
Will shrink from my shy hands.
And there beside you—
Desperately beautiful—
Hiding a bitter sorrow
Deep in my soul,
I will pretend to be cheerful and happy;
I will pretend to be in love, and loved in return.
But all too clear
Is the bitter path
Beneath your gaze;
One cannot deceive
A kindred soul
With reckless bravado.
Nor can we save—
Neither you nor I—
Ourselves from the acrid torment:
Spending a lifetime seeking
Chance encounters
In the depths of separation.
And May will come,
And a starry evening will fall—
The long-awaited moment
Of a chance encounter.
Strange hands resting on familiar shoulders—
A banal little farce involving three souls.
And there beside you—
Desperately carefree—
Hiding the pain of partings
Deep in my soul,
I will watch your shoulders weep
Held captive by such—*such*—attentive hands.
But all too clear
Is the bitter path
Beneath that sorrowful gaze;
And no one can be deceived
By such laughable bravado.
Nor can the three of us be saved
From the acrid torment:
Spending a lifetime seeking
Chance encounters
In the depths of separation.
Nor can the three of us be saved
From the acrid torment:
Spending a lifetime seeking
Chance encounters
In the depths of separation.