Бесконечная благодарность Доброславу за удивительно тонкий перевод:
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The charming model of decay
One day we'll find here:
The shadows would not go away,
Cob-webbed and trapped by fear.
Thin sunrays then will pierce the dark
And fall onto the earth,
Reviving whispers in the park
That smells of balm and mirth.
The spots of light, so pale and small,
Will make it look alive,
But there's no passage through the wall,
Hence, no chance to survive.
Yet, even those who get inside,
Will ever stay within.
Behind this wall no one can hide
How prone they are to sin.
There's no escape, no one can hide
From what eats up their sole,
And only those who feel the light
Will ever reach their goal.
(15.08.09)
Mystic path
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