Reflection

Or maybe I just got out of bed on the wrong side?

To pull my battered soul out of the pit,

To wash it, dress it up more beautifully,

To live happily and listen to no one?

Or maybe I just got out of bed on the wrong side?

To forget the grievances, the disappointments,

To bring order to my soul,

To send all the false confessions to hell?

And take a full chest of air

And exhale. And laugh out loud.

Well, what can I do — I got tired of waiting for you,

After all, there's no point in waiting.

And life runs, hurries, rushes on…

What a pity that I spend it on delusion —

Everything has already boiled over, it doesn't hurt,

And even in a difficult hour, I won't cry.

I'll change my nickname, but I can't change the name

And I can't rewrite my whole life from the beginning.

Yes, to be honest, I don't want to delete

Those moments where I had too little air,

Where there was affection, tenderness, and love,

The fire of dates, kisses, and embraces.

And even though all that has long since passed,

I won't shout curses after you.

Not for the first time, I'll deceive my consciousness,

Saying I let you go with ease —

I'm learning life as if anew ()

And, like a child, I understand nothing…

Or maybe I just got out of bed on the wrong side?

And, shaking the dust off a long-written page,

Turn it over and forget everything,

Spread my wings and soar up like a bird?

And, having renewed my soul once again,

Try not to break in flight…

A wise man once said correctly —

We are destined to learn from our mistakes.

Or maybe I just got out of bed on the wrong side?…