Deep Pain Poem by Yury Emelianenko

I hope that your soul

is not wearing it with so much seriousness,

or is so tired from singing,

that it wants to give anything up,

and you can't, no, you will have to,

I see your shoulders and eyes do begin to crease;

your eyes keep going with, with so much melancholy,

with deep pain,

and in the midst of these tension and pain,

you will find courage.

And you must begin.

The song that graces your soul

is so young, it's been started,

the air it gave you was life,

for whom the song you sing is important,

is life, and all is well.

I really hope that by this day,

you feel your life walking behind

your footsteps, your song's kisses,

when you will give up the struggle.

If you are still here here,

then still your songs give strength to you,

but long away you can sing,

when I go away

I will follow your songs.

I know that the song comes from far away,

from this live place,

from the next life,

from this real place,

because it gives my life wings.