Вернисаж (english version)

What was it that made you complain so loud That you must make haste? Don't say any more. Stay, better away from fastidious crowd. It will not be them who will open the Door. Lost case chills the childhood that fills with Emotion. The torquous splendor is floating above. We inlay the road to youth with devotion and Faded in color of eyes of sweet love, Of eyes of sweet love. The standoffish manhood is painted in brown. Your temples shine silvery under the moon. The sun that wakes up hurry age bedding down. I wonder if you Still remember that tune. Stone knots on the stand are remaining unclosed. Of bright paints the easel is not yet Disposed.