Nina

To the solace of a pianist friend
You left favorite books.
Someone whispered in the melodies arose,
Worrying you and sadness.

The same blue summer days,
The same in the sky and stars and clouds ...
You closed your tired hands,
And your face, Nina, in the shade.

Like a request for a shy sake,
The last chord was repeated.
Someone's image has not been erased from the heart! ..
Everything is as before: portraits, notebooks,

Sad lilies of the valley in a vase of flowers,
There is a world on the sofa cat ...
In the quiet rooms of a small villa
All as before. As before, and you.

Your child's gaze, which sadly worries,
I'm out of my heart, oh no, I will not erase it.
I loved you like a sister
And more tenderly, and deeper, perhaps!

As a sister, and now in the distance,
As a princess from the dreams of Andersen ...
Here in Paris, where the Seine rolls,
I'm with you, as there, on the Oka.

Let the silence between us be a plain
And the intricacies of complex knots.
There are tunes, tunes without words,
Oh, beloved, distant Nina!

Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.