My soul is still young, as if

My soul is still young, as if I want to grab the unlucky fates by the shoulders, Still flying in the darkness, She feels eternity is already short. Receives the light not in so many miracles, And bash everything with heartfelt ochima: His God gives insight from heaven, To understand the essence of speeches to the invisible. Note not those who, mov dew, She knows how to learn from the first exchange, Reveals its eternal beauty The one who doesn’t die with us all at once. All of us, other than kviti on earth, It's bursting with color, And our candles are extinguished. What can we deprive ourselves of? How we knew God and Lyubov, That comes out of this present day. She has a prick of the resurrection of my spirits, So that decay will no longer be known. I want our spring flowers to bloom, Living on earth as in the sky as birds, proline, My imperishable “I” in the next world is the Immortal “Ty” in eternity.