Your eyes, seemingly made of steel,

Ignite my blood and flesh.

Wild reflections dance within them,

Under that gaze, trembling is unstoppable.

A treacherous, malicious mockery

Is destined for me by fate —

To be beside you, sighing,

With my head bowed low.

In reckless, passionate dreams

Not to touch the light silk of your hair.

The pleasant velvet of satin lips

Is not for me. Evil fate brought

You irreparably late —

You are not free from bonds.

In life, we ended up apart.

I am ready to tear the shackles

That hold. But I see clearly

In your eyes, resignation and peace.

I hate them terribly.

You are granted by fate

Not to know murderous doubts,

Staking your life on the line,

Of nocturnal torments, regrets

On the perilous edge of passion.

You are to me — a Madonna, a fairy tale,

A vision from youthful dreams,

A poet's dream, a wanderer's goal,

A creation from other worlds,

A mirage of an oasis in the desert,

A sip of life-giving water.

Dear you were, lovely now,

Kept safe from any misfortune.

May it shine in the midnight darkness,

Your intimate star

Will grant you to me, fallen

For all the coming years.