Your loving eyes from an old photograph
Stare at me through the haze of time.
Why this affection when never before
You loved me, nor savored my love?

Why you bothered to show up now,
When, alas, all my life is behind me?
Or, perhaps, you were not aware
That someone in the Kingdom of Ice
Was worshiping you and desiring?

Why are you staring now through time
As if I was your chosen one, when
Another one was on your mind?
So, why are you stirring my soul? It has died

Waiting for your long journey back.
Why rekindle the fire of my dreams
By the memory of your Spanish passion?
Why this smile on the the lips of a youth,

Those lips that my face never touched?
Could it be that for one fleeting moment
You remembered the one who was waiting,
Who was longing for you, darling Spaniard

At the time when you put a wedding band
On the finger of some other woman?
No, the passion was never rekindled
In those darling Spanish eyes like before.

But in sweet dreams of mine I touched you
With the warm breath of my fervent love,
Waking up in the morning and finding
Only loneliness in my embrace.

How I wish I could turn back the time
Just to put my arms ‘round your shoulders
And to see my reflection again
In the stare of beloved Spanish eyes!


              By  Liana Margiva

   Translated from Russian by Anatol Kardiukov