There is the rain in our city after E. Yevtushenko Poem, by Ksey

There’s the rain in our city

It is raining in our city,

It falls day and all night.

You don't wait for my words, -

You don't wait, I love you silently.

The rain is pounding on the roofs,

So that all the roofs are groaning.

And everything is screaming inside me,

Everything is screaming, on you won't hear.

I love high, widely, boundlessly...

Let all this, all this Is absolutely unnecessary to you.

There will be in my life

So many meetings and farewells.

There will be many, so many rains,

Even more sorrows.

The rain will beat on the roofs

And branches in the same way.

I will love in the same way, and loved

Unchangeably and faithfully.

High, high, Wide, boundless,

Let it all be for you, It all -

Absolutely not necessary.

Comments +

sorenbarrett March 3rd, 2025 18:27
A very good description of one aspect of love. Nicely done
Poetic Licence March 4th, 2025 03:21
It's raining love, enjoyed the read

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There is the rain in our city after E. Yevtushenko