You`re occupy my thoughts again like pain,
I`m too much twisting but it`s not a blame...
Your image is so high and bright and clear
And throws me into rush but it`s not fear.
We run together with you Ann again
To mystic`s foggy coasts of land`s foreign...
And sailing ship was straghtening wings to sun
Was crashed there, was crashed down...
Where savages are drinking their decoctions
Till tambourines are sounding its emotions
And they`re applying makeups as devotions
And when the night is coming from four oceans
Barbarians are cheering near bonfires
And they are gathering in dreaming strange desires...
And it`s attracting me by southern cross of constellation
With kengaroo that`s hiding in it`s bag of application...
And all is there in their accurate places
And everything is needed, turned it`s faces!
As smoke, as air as a flame for fire
As sparks are flying high and higher...
And somewhere near there`re roaming soul of sands
The lost rum`s bottle is business of his hands
So let`s get run with me, I please you, beg you hurry
To lines of horizon! It isn`t even funny...
Coz there ahead is ship, just try to look
And waits for us... It is a capitan sir James Cook!
/01-04-2020/
Это - перевод моего стихотворения "Австралия"
http://stihi.ru/2009/12/21/3927