Mikhail Kozhanov Don't stain love

Don’t stain love with sins so deep
Don’t take the weak ones on your way
Don’t cast your words upon the wind
From fine-flown speeches, bright and gay

I locked my heart away one day
For outward comfort, life so safe
So no one would judge me on the way
On this hard road, through grief and strife

I’m tired of being the white crow
The one they mock, wherever I go
I wrote myself into this town
And became a piece of meat laid down
Nothing would be left, I know
Beneath life’s swift and rushing flow
Open your eyes — and here’s old age
Without faith, love, or meaning, on this stage

Don’t stain love with sins so deep
Don’t take the weak ones on your way
Speak from the heart, your words to keep
Love the free ones, love the winged, I say