Round-Shouldered By Vera Polozkova Translation

Round-shouldered and stooped in the dark We will sit some more, I suppose, We will admit that we're not those Who we seem and how bright we spark. The room, where we two used to sleep, Furniture, junk [What can you do?] We'll get it all out from the deep, Behind our backs, divide in two. Each of us would have a tight clot In his backpack. Clot tight and dry. In what language do they [or not?], How do they say it - their goodbye? The volume that used to be small, Jolly, not home-like and discreet If it connected us [we fall], With it [yes it!] we should proceed. Yes sir, we were once so close, chief, To the extent that bright light dimmed Right after unbearable grief - There will be a train up indeed.