A verdigrised coin

You won't find in my reserves.

I missed the carriage of love,

The last rain passed long ago.

Oh, old age in youth! Could it be

I've come to know decline?

Feelings have grayed prematurely,

Happiness flashed by in an instant!

An end to impulses and suffering,

In it, a vacuum and life's decay.

Cobwebbed desires

Cannot resolve anyone's problems.

Acquaintances grow rarer and more banal,

They don't touch the soul's depths.

What could be more foolish, more scandalous —

Everywhere and always alone?

Torments pass smoothly.

Causing no pain or tremor.

The heart feels vile and foul,

Within me — resignation and falsehood.

The burning shoots of doubt

Have withered, troubling no blood.

The raids of jealousy are gone.

Love has passed through all its stages.

Incompleteness, indifference,

Poverty of thought, emptiness,

Suffocation from hopelessness —

Folly and drowsiness hold sway.

I did not catch the carriage of love,

The last thunderous rain has passed,

A moldy coin

You won't find in my reserves.