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.
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