And in departing I will say

And in departing I will say
And in departing I will say
Farewell - to love me do not promise
I'm going insane or I ascend
Into the highest states of madness

The way you loved you did impart
Of death - but that is not the matter:
The way you loved you killed my heart
But murdered it you so ineptly

And in departing I will say
My mind is working just a bit
A little bit but hands have fallen
And like a flock flying aslant
The sounds and the tastes desert me

And in departing I will say
And in departing I will say
Farewell - to love me do not promise
I'm going insane or I ascend
Into the highest states of madness.

Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat