And in departing I will say And in departing I will say Farewell - to love me do not promise I'm going insane or I ascend Into the highest states of madness The way you loved you did impart Of death - but that is not the matter: The way you loved you killed my heart But murdered it you so ineptly And in departing I will say My mind is working just a bit A little bit but hands have fallen And like a flock flying aslant The sounds and the tastes desert me And in departing I will say And in departing I will say Farewell - to love me do not promise I'm going insane or I ascend Into the highest states of madness. Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat