I will die
One day you will wake up suddenly from your bed,
You will go out to the window, the sun may shine in,
The wind will play with your hair,
You will remember an old poem,
Without knowing who wrote it.
One day you will walk down a path for no reason,
The wind will blow on your face, you will smell the sweet scent of cherries,
You will stand there under the trees,
You will remember a young man, a little sad,
Without knowing who he is.
I won’t be able to sleep,
You will leave,
The colors will fade—what will I see?
Gray clouds?
They will settle on my shoulders like a night,
Don’t read!
I will die,
They will shoot me in the back,
You will see the blood on the stone, the full moon in the sky,
You won’t know, you won’t remember my name,
Don’t know!
It wasn’t me who died.
-Aleksios
One day you will wake up suddenly from your bed,
You will go out to the window, the sun may shine in,
The wind will play with your hair,
You will remember an old poem,
Without knowing who wrote it.
One day you will walk down a path for no reason,
The wind will blow on your face, you will smell the sweet scent of cherries,
You will stand there under the trees,
You will remember a young man, a little sad,
Without knowing who he is.
I won’t be able to sleep,
You will leave,
The colors will fade—what will I see?
Gray clouds?
They will settle on my shoulders like a night,
Don’t read!
I will die,
They will shoot me in the back,
You will see the blood on the stone, the full moon in the sky,
You won’t know, you won’t remember my name,
Don’t know!
It wasn’t me who died.
-Aleksios