Hryhoriy CHUBAI

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When I am half a breath from you,
When I am half a step from your lips —
Your pupils are weaved from wonder.
There is something blue and wide in your eyes.

You whisper something spellbound and quiet,
That blue whisper is cutting my soul.
And I am forgetting that I know how to breath,
And I am forgetting that I know how to walk.

The black bird of your eyelashes is taking off
And taking my confidence away to unknown place.
The half a step is being left unwalked.
The half a breath is getting stuck in throat.

Your pupils are weaved from wonder.
There is something blue and wide in your eyes.
But there's half a breath left from me to you,
There's half a step left to your lips.

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© 2001 Translation by Roman Kosarenko