Your Indebted (Translation Yuri Vizbor)

Snowfall covers the canyon,
tents bend under its weight.
Your indebted companion
drowned in powder, and late.
Memories flood and backflow,
laying back on my bed.
I am flying to Moscow
to return my late debt.

Haven't heard from you lately.
I've stopped counting the days,
but I wait here, irately.
Are you there? Distance weighs.
Take the Moscow bus, can it,
banal paint, window view,
ride across the whole planet
from "I hurt" to "Love You".

Laying claim to your name
and to conjugal rights,
others came, all the same,
words and names in their sites.
As I've called for the hunt,
lost my trail among barks,
fog above the old bog,
I've mistaken for parks.

Building houses, for others,
never ever for me.
Ruled the world of our brothers
never happy or free.
All I've left from those days
I have yet to unpack.
Books and letters part ways.
There is no going back.

Pilots sleeping on couches,
airport closing its gate.
Your indebted, and grouchy,
drowned in powder, and late.
Why do messages travel
looking back as they run?
Meanwhile, life does unravel
as though it had begun.