It’s So Silent

By Alexey Tarasov

Translated from the original Russian text by Sergey Gerasimov

It’s so silent. It’s so silent without you.
The rustle has thinned into a thread.
If you press hard enough, you’ll see
That everything is made of oil cake.
 
It’s so sad. It’s so sad without you,
Under the round seal of madness.
What used to be “You and I” are the two words on their own,
Not connected by any conjunctions now.
 
I remember, remember everything, except you –
You fade like an undeveloped film exposed to light.
What’s left is to measure the emptiness with cigarettes
In a mining quarry of the heart.
 
It’s so silent. It’s so silent without you…