Прощание С Венецией

FAREWELL TO VENICE

The pigeons are cooing on San Marco

The masts are waving goodbye to us

It’s time, our little boat is waiting

Let’s try not to think of the future

We’ll float along red, yellow, blue

Old walls, carefully looking

At their and the sky’s reflection

In the cold gray mirror of the water

Let’s drop unnecessary and empty words

We can’t bring back what’s gone

We won’t share the last crumb of bread

We won’t shield each other from pain

The pigeons are cooing on San Marco

And a little boat again is waiting

This time it will leave without us

The sun is bright and blistering

The bridges are gracefully leaning over the canals

And the gondolas, fragile and empty,

Quietly sliding along, and slowly melting away, like you.