And the Meadow Flowers Will Blossom Again!

Along the forest roads we hastened behind a wind, We searched for good luck among meadow flowers, And the simple words which someone said casually we took as truth, and we prayed about them. We were not afraid of storms, but afraid of rest, We danced and sang before a noisy crowd, We waited for a meeting with unearthly love, And the hope for us was by a guiding star. Soon the last of autumn will burn down, All winds have become angry, and flowers have faded. The destiny has deceived us, has not even taken by the sailors, That is why all ships float away without us. If at night you go near the old park, You will see strange lilac light. We in our circus burn candles ends of the unreal, but desirable years. Do not shout, please! It is unnecessary publicity. Look at the window covered with mosses. There is a haven here for everyone who had fiasco and came to grief: a stage, a shabby curtain, the screen for cinema. Jesters! Beat your tambourines! Poets! Sing your songs! Acrobats, leap about and show your skill and talent! The spectator promises us, the summer will return, And the meadow flowers will blossom again!