Life flows, color remains. (2020) Pittura da Serhii Kyryllov

I do not regret, do not call, do not cry,
Everything will pass like smoke from white apple trees.
Faded in gold,
I won't be young anymore.
Now you're not going to beat that much
A heart touched by a chill
And the land of birch calico
Will not lure you to wander around barefoot.
The vagrant spirit! you are less and less frequent
You stir up the flame of your mouth
Oh my lost freshness
A riot of eyes and a flood of feelings.
Now I have become stingier in desires,
My life? Or did you dream about me?
As if I am echoing in spring
Ride on a pink horse.
All of us, all of us in this world are perishable,
Copper is quietly pouring from the maple leaves ...
May you be blessed forever
That came to flourish and die.