In black she dressed after her son died
Heard the news suddenly was shocked
A woman of thirty at her joyful life
At the doorstep, she dropped tears as usual
And asked
Whereto is the moon that I feel absent?
As waves of sea her emotion becomes chopping
Then the hard days mercilessly struck her life
As if were stung by a deadly serpent
Tripped on to meet her husband
Where in Moscow he learned the Russian
And stopped
at the midway
Waves
Emotionless with much of sorrow
Days
Nights
All people run to unknown
And just he crossed the borders,
He wrote his a new story.