Snow flakes are falling
* * *
Snow flakes are falling
sliding round and round...
I would keep living... always...
but I probably can't.
Human souls fade dissolving
and leaving no trace,
like snowflakes they're going
from earth into space.
Snow flakes are falling...
Some day I shall go...
About death I'm not worrying
I'm mortal, I know.
I do not believe in
any miracles, no,
and I'll never be living,
unlike snow, anymore.
A sinner, I'm thinking
who on earth I have been,
what is most I've been keen on,
in this world I live in.
It's Russia that I love so
with my backbone, my blood,
its rivers when iced, or
when lively they flood.
its spirit of houses,
its spirit of pines,
its Pushkin and Razin,
its old men, so kind.
And in my hours of worry
I didn't take it too bad.
I may've lived in a flurry,
I've lived for my land.
Deep in heart, feeling anxious,
I hope against hope
that I did help my Russia
to the extent I could cope.
It may once and for ever
forget me, with ease,
but I wish it would never
ever cease to exist.
Snow flakes are falling
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