This House Is Full of Dirt

This house is full of dirt,
I hear the cold wind crying,
I hear the whisper dying—
She told him she was his first,
The first among the lying.

I hear the windows break,
They have turned love into sport,
The kisses, the smiles they make
Are fake—
Close all the doors,
This house is full of dirt.
 

                                May 28, 1987
                             --Alexander Shaumyan