"I want to wake up with you", by Vladislav Rusanov (my translation from Russian)

I want to wake up with you, my nose against your nape; The wind - a sad prankster - howls in stovepipe's bends. My green-eyed wonder. The aroma of cinnamon and coffee; I'd love to be born next to you, one misty morning. Crossed swords over the fireplace, coals tinged with ashes; Bread with cumin and chilliness, white candles all gone out. What if I skip work today? Let the blizzard hide the paths. Your voice is hoarse from cold again, I'll be as shy as a lad. I will be utterly truthful, I don't play painful sports; I'll be singing you of a world that has forgotten wars. Where unicorns roam about, where winds sway the silky grasslands; Where elders are wise and solemn, and rivers flow onwards grandly. Where, without fear, does and deers come to the village edges; Where my lips are unskilled, where parting is out of the question. Where foes don't look for a duel, where there's no hatred at all; Nor is there grief or sadness, and the swords hang crossed on the wall. Where time is measured in stitches, where spirits haunt forests dim; Where guards cannot be bought, and a publican's without sin. Where I limp ahead to meet you, over the heady-dewed blossoms; Swaying from love and blissful, hugging your tender shoulders... But the wind keeps on howling around the rusty stovepipe's twists: "All lies. Don't believe him... Listen, such lands don't exist!" Here, knights have been slain by a swamp-hag; minstrels are sputtering blood; A princess is dying slowly, to the tune of snowswept chords. But, delaying the clock hands, so ostentatiously merry; Foolishly; aimlessly; vainly, I'll tell you lies forever. (2015)