Who And What Is To Blame

Who and what is to blame for today I don't see it... Land turned white, slightly faded the star And gray hair flew down to me with the winter, The first white snowflakes and a goblet of wine. And of all that has happened - no point to be jealous... Only heart aches with longing sometimes - And 'What for do you blame' - it so quietly whispers, Your gray hair? ' - years don't go back I will not hide gray hair and magical daydreams I'll be hovering low over the seething waves... Stokes will curl in wine of bitter tears.. What do I have to do now with my own gray hair? 'Spring at last will return! You will sing and you will melt - Says gray hair, and smiles to the years- I'm the wisdom of yours! Don't you know, my dear? - And I hope that forever with you I will stay. tRANSLATION FROM ALLA BOZHDAR