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Olga Arefieva

The Lonely October Night

Night.
It rains from the roofs.
If you don't sleep -
call me, i'm here.
I fly near you
invisible and mute.
My shadow is cold,
on the wet glass it flows.
I'll leave it to October.
I flow in downspout.
I burn
as a sparkle neon
in lantern.
That's the Lonely October Night,

Cold and Lonely October Night -
that is very strange time,
when the consert's over,
wine thrown away
on the endless way.
Is blood for love
and verses for sins? -
I haven't reasons.

I dissolved in the night,
in yellow moonlight -
as salt in the water.
I try
to sound like string cry
behind the wall.
Pain's just mi-bemol.

I'm
Fairy from May,
I'm Queen of the Tram.
I'm Maya with naked legs.
Again
I tremble on a frost,
but dance on the gentle
snowwhite petals
of tuberose.

There is dancing Karmen-Karmen,
and yellow snake's creeping in her hair
There is Almighty Accord
of castanets with any colours.
There sunrise takes into the Light
all Powers of the Night
There is square laid out by stones,
and gates for flight far outside.
That Cold-Night-in-the-Fire might...

That Cold-Night-in-the-Fire can't
pay big bird's price
for the Seven Skies -
Unlimited world,
Where every can fly and fall
upwards or downstairs.

Someone knocks on the door
to the Prison of Whores...
Nobody knows,
that all criminals
have gone
for the Darkness Falls.
Someone cries not for me,
and quite not you
in that darkness seems to be.
That's the Cold Night of Emptiness.

That's the Cold Night of Emptiness.
It rains on the grass,
it rains from the roofs.
All that falls is stars.
Now,
if you don't sleep
call me to keep
me out of fire...
It's my last desire...

Translated by Wild