Moonlit Night of January

The New Year has begun.
Firecrackers died down
Beautiful fireworks
souls did not warm.

And now the night appeared,
all in mourning decoration.
Longing-sorrow daughter,
in its impermanence.

Everything was dressed all around
all in dark clothes.
They were not born
not a bit of hope.

And the night was quiet
soulless, believe if.
Only mad Moon,
luminaries in heaven.