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Stones are falling,
Tears are flowing…
… Sew a hood for my heart…
The snow perched on my eyelash
Wrings my soul,
That is awful…
… Sew a hood for my heart…
Like a slit of my pocket
Life diverges,
It comes down from the slit
Falling apart
… Sew a hood for my heart…
My supplication burns in my eyes
You and I are
Both passers-by at last …
… Sew a hood for my heart…
Translated by Aazam Abidov – 2015