At The Wedding
At the wedding the most solemn hour,
when the fun will overflowing
and speeches will read in a solemn voice,
and I will be most happy!
Will you come - uninvited and nezvan -
and all eyes will stare at you.
and only a guest drunk
with puffy eyes will smile!
with concern’ll watch my sister, and my mother
of you will speak:
“This is it … This is our acquaintance …
Why did he come is here? … “
will you sit down at the table next to me
and all eyes will stare at us.
eyes will ask:” Why did you come? ”
and you will look down sad.
and then will become of your chair,
my heart will wince soul will cry.
will hlopnesh your front door,
tell me: “I came only to see you …”
With affection I will look into this bright hour,
my heart for a moment to speak:
“that’s it, that’s my boy!
I forget it … Why? Why? …”