My Russian Rose,
How is in your beauty such splendor?
I ask you now, for I've the feeling nobody knows.
And in my life, I had never the need for surrender;
But in these words, I do with the love they disclose.

*

My Russian Rose,
This beauty grows,
But not for me as I've nothing to offer.
And so her interest will be my fate's author,
While my timing brings all my life's woes.

My mind is weak,
And thoughts are bleak,
As in this silence, there's echoes of laughter.
I'll give no mention to that which comes after,
But know it follows as love from her goes.

*

Mi Rosa Rusa,
Adoro tu belleza profusa;
Y en mis sueños, yo oro para ser sólo con tú.
Así que cada noche sin tú es uno que va inconclusa.
Entonces yo despierto cada mañana sin ímpetu.

*

I start each day
A similar way:
From a dream which was likely about her;
But my memory, in search for my heart's cure,
Thinks it better that no-body knows.

Then it's to hope,
To wonder why
These thousand questions must go unanswered.
And how I know they will go unanswered,
As each day the number, it grows.

*

Mi Rosa Rusa,
Tengo la devoción más inconcusa.
Diga el idioma en el que escribir; lo aprenderé para tú.
Dios, quiero sólo amarla, pero ella rehúsa.
¿Debo vivir mi vida sin este inefable espíritu?

My Russian Rose,
You are as the moment in springtime
When I prayed never to witness this come to a close.
And though it must, like the grace in the dance of a wind chime;
You are the thanks I give to the breeze as it goes.

*

As I retire
My tone seems dire;
For in this sleep, there's no promise of morrow.
So if I die here in this pit of sorrow,
Would you tell her of all my soul knows?

Tell her,..
Russian Rose
Your beauty grows,
But not for me as I'd nothing to offer.
And so your interest, it was my fate's author,
While my timing brought all my life's woes
...My lovely Russian Rose.