And else one translation of my poem ☺

[kaplya_vetra]

s u m м а Let's will have played no war. Let's keep all as it is. You're needed me so more with each of tiny things, from any dimple on lips to every line on hands. You're too dear to me to scatter us like sand. Let's don't seek for guilt ore, what nevermore was well. Let's will have played no war, this small personal hell.

If you found any mistake in the text, please, help me to correct it.