Artist Poem by Emil Sharafutdinov

I want to know all your secret minds
In the slightest detail that everyone hides.
Tell me, tell me, your every desire, I pray,
That all of you would rather take to the grave.
Reveal what's behind every wink, every sigh,
Every mask on each face, every cold-faced lie,
What is joy, what is grief, every wound of the past,
Every gesture you make, every glance that you cast!
When I fathom your lives beat by beat of each heart
From the moment you're born to the moment you die,
There will be my turn: I will make such an art,
I will make such an art, that you will only cry,
That you will only cry…