Garry Cross - Запятнанный асфальт (underground version of the 1999 contribution)

STAINED ASPHALT I stepped into the blackening asphalt, That the dark ribbon lay down at the bottom. And maybe recognizing me, You’ll even drop a tear. But I am pleased with my departure Into that darkness of two parts: From the darkness of ghostly graves, And from the shadows of the past. Behind the secret curtain entrance Into the abyss of serene days, The entrance to the land of shadows. I will find peace in silence From the endless fuss. And with an unfinished line You will remain forever. Let the broken thread, As a reminder of the past, Nothing can change At your festive table, But through the stained asphalt, Suddenly, sobering up, like a shock, The sprout will break through the souls.