Roque with kirrokella

Illustration by Margarita Konstantinova

"My destiny, starry frost,
A star over a distant road
A star above the blue valley
A star on cold steel.

My friend, I was looking at Sunset,
Flying like a star to infinity.
My friend, I was looking at Sunset
And I will not meet the dawn.

My star, string wind,
A string over sleepy water,
A string of burnt centuries
The string of the last groan.

Stranger, sunset strings
Your hands were cut.
Stranger, sunset strings
They will only say about separation.

My string, moonlit cold
The moon in the eyes of the horses
The moon that entered the city
The moon over a dead olive tree.

My friend, I am called by the moon,
Moon horses beat the earth.
My friend, I am called by the moon,
I can't escape the chase.

My moon, winter flame
Winter, star and alarm
Winter and heart are like a stone
Winter, the road to nowhere.

Stranger, your blood flows
And you are paler than fog.
Stranger, your blood flows
It is not for me to close these wounds.

My destiny, starry frost,
A star over a distant road
A star above the blue valley
A star on cold steel. "

V.Kamsha "Poison of the Past"