The sky is crying now with snow, now with rain...

The sky is crying now with snow, now with rain... That soul of mine is neither in trouble nor in peace, If you know: they haven’t forgotten you yet, When in memory of friends’ experiences. Life has passed us by a lot. It’s a law that you don’t know the usual lines. Ale memory fades away the hour, I want it for a week, I want it for a month, I want it for rocky days... Oh, what a mysterious wonder and wonder! There is no longer any wonder between or anywhere... This is one of the essences of the Lord’s essence, Why wouldn’t he say these words: “I will always be with you until the end of this century.” May the sky turn into snow and plank, And lie down on the ground in the gray shade of the gloom, My heart does not grievely squeeze, - The memory is brighter than the sleepy pictures.