I am independent Beautiful and Clever High-mountain and rare grass!

I am independent Beautiful and Clever High-mountain and rare grass! To find myself a pastime, A flight of thinking, an amusement, And every possible kind of respect Believe me! None of that will cost me any trouble. An eclipse of the sun. The lunar disc. And there it is, the risk — To see what was hidden before. And happiness ripens in ears, carefree, And everyone keeps to their own. Only it twisted things finely With a beautiful devilish fire. If only I don't choke And don't go out of my mind, But only splutter a little, And go on living as we've lived Until now. Is it possible? Don't laugh in my face… I'd take a gulp of air! But a black hole and cheap red wine Bound my hands until they bled! And thoughts tear off into a fairy-tale stream…