Go away- lovely rose, Tell her not to haunt me again. I don't want the same flame burn me twice. Go, lovely rose- Tell her- Her memories are wasting my time And deteriorating her beauty. When her etherealness desecrates the universe, I must surrender to her, Sinking down into the voidness, And I'm not a Shakespeare, To write about her enough, Again and again. I'd raise a glass in her name, Half water and half vodka, For the love must end here. Tell her- lovely rose - Feel no grief- The grief- the evil - shall bind her to tears Taking her down to the vista of years already gone, How once the fountain of youth had sprinkled over her. Tell her- lovely rose, The common fate of human beings Always springs from the cradle, Suffers- From the day acquiesced to the might of night And is left to awaken the another day, Until the moment arrives, When the mortal body, Immerses itself into the five elements of nature And the shadows ink it's leaves in the silhouette, Ready to be carved in the tomb. Tell her- lovely rose The mementos of warm caresses, Are the gasoline of eternal pain. The soul which is always free, Is bound to the closed ones, Tell her- lovely rose, To return back my soul And to live with her own.