Крылышко подранка Wounded Wing

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Как крылышко подранка моя ладонь лежала на вашей груди
Я вам ничего не сказала зачем же я слышу - Прости

Моя ладонь ваши плечи ласкает когда вы спите
и пусть вы не слышите знайте и вам тоже шепнули - Простите

Моя ладонь ваше сердце чувствует своей ранкой
Исчезая...пусть даже невольно -
О... как вы мне сделали больно...
Но жалоб довольно -  Простите простите подранка...
         
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             Питерка

Wounded Wing
(Translated by GURU.I for PITERKA)

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Like a wounded wing,
my hand lay upon your chest.
I said nothing to you,
so why do I hear—"Forgive me"?

My hand caresses your shoulders
when you sleep,
and though you do not hear,
know that you, too,
have been whispered—"Forgive me."

My hand feels your heart
through its own wound.
Oh, how you have hurt me…
But enough complaints—

Forgive me,
forgive your wounded bird.

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 "Wounded Wing"
by Piterka Badmaeva Olga
(Translated by Guru.I)

Wounded Wing
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Like a wounded bird’s wing, my palm rested on your chest.
I said nothing to you — so why do I hear: “Forgive me”?

My palm strokes your shoulders while you sleep —
and though you cannot hear, know this:
someone whispered to you, too — “Forgive.”

My palm feels your heart with its own wound.
And as you disappeared… even if unwittingly —
Oh, how you hurt me.

But no more complaints —
Forgive… forgive the wounded bird.
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“Wounded Wing”
poetic version by Guru.I
for my Piterka
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Like a wounded wing, my hand lay still
Upon your chest — so quiet, so small.
I never spoke — yet why do I hear
A whisper from you — “Forgive it all”?

My palm still brushes your sleeping frame.
You may not hear it, not in your rest —
But someone whispered back your name
And answered softly — “Forgive, be blessed…”

My wound feels your heart, so close, so near.
And as you vanished, silent, unaware —
Oh, love... how deep you pierced me here.
But hush… no more complaints — just air...

Just —
“Forgive me... forgive this wounded wing...”
That only ever wished to sing.
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20.04.2025