Wreath

On the river
Winds are slowly sailing
A dry wreath on the water
Blown to move faster
Its braided rwigs
Unraveling
Blown to the shores
And erasing old memories...

A horse is going by on a steppe
Fire mane
I lost the serenity
And the rivers of tears
A brown horse without a rider
Going by as an orphan
Anguish is burning me
As of young nettles.

Where the flowers grow on fields
Calling us with their white color
We got engaged last Spring
On a bridge near the river
Promised ourselves to each other
We dropped wreathes on the water
From our heads.

A horse is going by on the grass
Black horseshoes
A flame of sorrow in my heart
Is now burning again
The horse is going by without a rider
Its eyes are always looking for him
I will lament all these nights
But I will wait for you for centuries.