Execution

by Olga Kondratyeva
translated from the Russian by Irina Antonova

All people said that he was manly,
He did not whine or cry or moan,
He gave his life whithout pity
And to his death just tore along.

His curls were fluttered by the air,
The sky was blue in his bright eyes,
He paced to that Unknown Nowhere
To live for ever to arise.

You are not dead, your heart is beating,
The fatal moment hasn`t come,
But here`s the scaffold, it`s so scaring,
You are so handsome and so young.

Exultant Paris was so happy,
The golden sun was warm and sweet,
He had to die, he wasn't sorry (didn't worry)
He left the Earth under drumbeat.