TATITERA — Одиночество

How fearsome are these fetters of life For us to drag on in solitude. To share mirth — all are ready: No one wants to share sorrow.

Alone I stand here, like an airy king, Sorrows cramped within my heart, And I see how, obedient to fate, The years slip away like dreams;

And they return again, gilded anew, But with the same old dream, And I see the solitary coffin — It waits; why linger above the earth?

No one will grieve over it, And they will (I am sure of it) Rejoice over my death More than over my birth...

Rejoice over my death More than over my birth...