The run (BG)              

Where you from home,
In rain, fog or snow?
What drives you 
Into the inscrutable run?

But the heart beats with thirst,
Which, like a pain,
Some call whimsy, 
Others – destiny.

There is no power to manage you, 
Your sad right –
To leave beloved ones behind...

And doors are opened in midnight,
Rabid knock hours,
Sweet bitterness fills
Wind in the face.

And, it seems, here he is near,  
The one for the sake of whom you run.
But again in eyes the light will go out, 
Like life will go out. 

There is no power to manage you, 
Your sad right –
To leave beloved ones behind...





"Praise to Sri Krishna"
Альбом "Parables by Count Diffuser"
Альбомы Б.Г.
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