How many poems dedicated not to you
I tore to bloody tatters by my hands,
Waited for fate’s signs sanctified by faith,
Roaming in darkness of the Underworld for ages.

You will scarcely want and be able
To run after me on the snow.
You will turn from Alpha to Omega
And slowly decay in my heart.

I am Orpheus and you are my Eurydice,
But you remain in snowy Hell.
Freezing with cry I’ll turn aside
And go away not turning back to look.

Shadows accompanying take us by hand
And silently lead us to Endlessness,
They gracefully separate you from me
Presenting me with frozen Eternity of loneliness.

So many years I spent on search for happiness
Descending to Hades, ascending to Olympus.
Love is a beast with bloodstained mouth,
We perish vainly endeavoring to catch him.

I am Orpheus and you are my Eurydice,
But you remain in snowy Hell.
Freezing with cry I’ll turn aside
And go away not turning back to look.

Freezing with cry I’ll turn aside
And go away not turning back to look.

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