Your Life My Death

Ashy light will illuminate to me the face
when my heart will cease to knock.
In a rhythm of a rain which waits
when from your eyes a tear will fall.

Your life, my death.

But you are silent to you all the same.
One more death will be dissolved in night
and clean a rain all traces,
cuts of destiny on your face.

The rain, dressed in transparent shroud,
will read a funeral service to me over my funeral song.
Also will mix with a dirty from legs... my lifeless body.

Your life, my death.

To him all the same, that has stiffened in eyes,
the deadman fallen asleep eternal dream.
Only a dirty, getting to face,
knew and knows that will be then.

Your life, my death.