Here We Part Ways By Vera Polozkova Translation

Here we part ways, dear. Sorry, excess makes me sick. You'll visit me one day as an anticyclone. We ate cheese drinking Port wine few times a week, Used to chip in for a new bottle like brothers. From now on we'll no longer see one another. I will remember you silly, skinny and weak, Eighteen, a bit drunk and without a real mother. We knew only excess, there was no middle ground. You were cute when you laughed. I still recall the sound Of days at the faculty when like kids we sat On beige worn-out window-sills to enjoy a chat. Each his own boss, yet a whiner with a cola. We part ways here, dear. It's that around The corner you continue solo. I won't come to read the burial. There's green grass And a lake. The car's in the bush, after you pass The fill. I don't recall how I made it out alive at eighteen. I don't know how it feels dying at twenty two even if keen. See you not-soon! Hard to catch up with you, frizzy. I watch your back as you leave and feel so dizzy.