Стихи Ники. Перводы на английский язык

An early bird

Mercy me, let me go.
Do not tie my wounded wings,
I do not fly anymore.
My voice has broken with the pain.
My voice has turned into a wound.
I do not cry anymore.
Help me, wait!
Birds are flying to the South.
Only my heart was wrung with fear,
Loneliness- a friend of death.



I want to be with you alone
To sit at the old house
That house stands by the river
Whose name is memory.
The print of your bare foot
Smells of last Summer's sun.
Where we wandered together
On the grass, not mown yet,
The skies were so blue,
Disappearing behind the gates.
And the voices were ringing,
That is all
I can remember.
And the days' accounting
Has come to an end
Like a flock of birds
All the days
Have gathered at my feet.
What do I treat them to?
No more lines are left...



I am like a broken doll,
In my heart they've forgotten
To put a heart.
And left unwanted
In the gloomy corner.
I am like a broken doll,
Once I heard in the morning
A dream whispered quietly to me
"Dream, my dear, for long, long.
Years will pass,
And when you wake up,
People will want again
To take you in their arms,
Tuck you in and simply play,
And your heart will resume beating..."
It is just scaring to wait.


The day is that far

The day is that far,
Like the night,
In a thunderstorm
when eyes
cannot see
the raindrops,
but catch them
with lips
on the porch of the house.
Like hands,
which cannot
find walls in the dark
And stumble into the doors on the day
That is so far...


Fourteen Teardrops

Fourteen teardrops
are on your cheek.
Fourteen raindrops
on the wet glass.
Guess, you will not come-
guess or not
You will turn to the door,
Farewell, my expectations,
our hands cannot be parted.
I do not like parting,
the circle of worry.
And there will be pain after the meeting,
which is destined not to happen.
Fourteen teardrops
you should not forget.


I like the night for loneliness

I like the night for loneliness,
When with it alone
I speak of what
my destiny wishes
and does not.
I may think of the impossible,
there is no end to the night.
And I may believe in
happy days.
And I may cry endlessly.
There is no need to listen to reproachful words.
The stare of troubled eyes
There is no need to hide
behind a hand,
when it gets dark.



I'll shield the heaviness of the day with my shoulder
and I'll leave you a nightingale.
and I'll leave you only the dark,
how else can I help you?
And if you wish, I'll give my heart -
Let my fate be shared.
Even time will die before morning.
In a hurry, instead of my heart
you took a watch.
Day has arrived.
Night, do not look for him.


I want the good

How often
I catch squinting glances,
And sharp words
like arrows
pierce me.
I am asking you - listen!
You should not
kill in me
the minutes
of a child's dreams.
My day,
I so much want kindness
for everyone,
And even to those
who aim
at me.


I fooled you

I fooled you,
That a moment can be eternity.
That with the birds' leaving
finishes the warmth
And forgotten by me a long time ago
magical night's spells,
with joy so near -
If you touch it by chance,
your hand
will lift the earthy globe
Have I fooled you?
I gave you a secret
which is known
to me alone.