Сергей Александровский A man was wandering down the street

A man was wandering down the street

Above the sun little sparks took flight
And settled onto the dirty snow
Under December’s watchful gaze
A man was walking down the street

His autumn coat flung open wide
Like a soul laid bare without disguise
On this gray and gloomy Sunday
He strolled along, whistling, unhurried

Lulled by ice and whirling snow
He had just awoken yesterday
Through his chest, in melting drops
Spring had slipped between his ribs

It crushed, it swept, it melted down
It nullified each trigger point
All he had guarded it put at stake
Just vanity, glitter, and show

Without hope there is no real life
Only petty and empty fuss
Beauty lives in the eyes of the beholder
The only true beauty that lasts

The gray city burst into colors
The swift run of time stood still
Smiling at the sleepy passersby
A man was wandering down the street