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Dedicated to Anyuta Oftayeva
Written by стихов - Русалина Галеева   
Понедельник, 02 Апрель 2007

You will always be with us…

Once again I ask myself:

Why were you there, back then?

To whom can I now bring this demand?

Since no one will ever bring you back, ever.

You were entertaining.  I remember, at times,

We laughed at what you revealed to us,

We laughed that you were so skinny,

And at how silly your dreams were.

But we loved you so much, how sad,

That I cannot tell you this,

You left, carried away in the far-off distance,

Far away, far away, and no one can understand:

This fate, or destiny, this demon or God,

That took you from this sinful world,

We do not know, who could ever believe,

That such a thing could happen?  But I know that you

Watch me from up in heaven, how I am living now,

I wish that you always knew,

That I never could replace you,

When calamity caught up to your family

But I will help, I will certainly visit them,

We will sit and drain a glass of wine.

Their tears will flow, and mine as well,

Remembering you, your soul, and your eyes.

What is this century?!  What is this life?!  What is this evil country?!

You died because of brutal fools!

I cannot believe that you are no more,

That your desires, your thoughts, and hopes, are gone.

I will remember you as you were

Back in Zabaikal six years ago.

Your framed picture is forever on my wall

In the bedroom, so that I can feel you looking at me.

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