It was so many days ago
Life’s waters under bridge have flown
Since I was young and filled my heart
With you, who my days used to fill
With words of love and passion’s thrill.

You uttered them amidst the quiet,
When flowers bloomed,
When leaves were dying,
When snowflakes’ slow and silent fall
Foreboded Winter’s glacial ball.

Your eyes were filled with love’s hot flame,
Your lips would tremble when my name
They whispered like some sacred truth
In wishful dreams of distant youth!

Oh, how I yearned in days agone
In youth forgotten and forlorn
For glimpse of love, for tiny spark
From fire that consumed my heart!


I carried through the mist of years
The feel of touch and primal fear
When my flesh caught the passion’s fire
Ignited by your wild desire.

Alas, it was but lovely dream.
We never walked above the stream,
You never wiped my teary eyes,
Inside the heart that loved you once
Those tears turned to frigid ice.

The flowers’ bloom has turned to sod,
The autumn leaves fell down to rot,
The soulless snowflakes’ galore
Became the waves that lick the shore.

The silence never heard you speak
Your lips were sealed. My fate was bleak.
And you forever was replaced
By solitude’s atrocious face.

So, don’t you cry those bitter tears,
They carry not my angst and fears!
Don’t dare bemoan your bitter fate,
You never carried love’s hard weight.

You were the chosen one by fate
To always have with love a date.
Myself, I was destined for life
For love to carry on a strife.

By Liana Margiva

Translated from Russian by Anatol Kardiukov