Сердце

Гуляю тонкой линией дождя,
бегу вдоль кромки радуги лучистой
не потому, что я во сне
или мечте, иль грёзах на яву,
и точно не фантазии полёт.
не потому, что уже умер я.
а просто сердцем нестерпимо чистый.

то сердце чисто, не которое  вопит
о незапятнанности и на каждом перекрестке,
а трепетно неистово болит,
слегка касаясь боли посторонней
и чрезвычайно скромно, деликатно помолчит
при встрече в сопереживании молчанья;
неистовым набатом зазвучит
в миг варварства природы поруганья.
такое сердце лишено и тени зависти:
обычной, человечьей, лютой.
оно приятно в излучении флюид
и равно в однозначности своей:
для близких так и для посторонних.
быть может кто-то из твоих знакомых
есть этот кто-то? или это ты?
.        .        .
Почему темно в глазах?
непонятно? без тревоги?
- опьянён земною долей:
вечность мыслею объяв.


перевод под EDM:

The Heart

[Intro]
(Gentle arp loop, soft pad, subtle kick at half;time, airy atmosphere)
I walk the thin line of the rain, I run along the rainbow’s bright edge,
Not because I’m lost in dreams, or tangled in a sleepy cage.
Not some fantasy taking flight, not because I’ve left this world behind,
Just because my heart is pure in a way that burns and tangles my mind.

[Verse 1]
This heart isn’t the kind that shouts its innocence from every street,
It trembles, fiercely aching, where the pain of others meets.
It touches someone else’s hurt with the softest, quietest hand,
And in shared silence, it stays respectfully calm, like a secret never planned.
But when nature’s beauty is torn apart, when the world grows cruel and raw,
Then this heart will roar like a bell, a wild alarm that cannot be withdrawn.
No shadow of envy lives inside it — no ordinary human spite,
Its glow is gentle, steady, clear, a light that shines with equal might.
For those who’re close, for strangers too, it gives the same unbroken grace,
Maybe among the people you know, there’s someone with this kind of space.
Or maybe it’s you… maybe it’s you.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Rising synth, snare ghost notes, tension climbing)
Why is it dark in your eyes? Is it strange? But don’t be afraid,
I’m drunk on this earthly share, I’ve wrapped eternity in what I’ve made.
The weight of the world is in my chest, the pulse of time inside my veins,
I hold the infinite inside a single breath, inside these simple words and pains.

[Chorus]
A heart so pure, not loud, not proud, but deep and true and real,
That feels the ache of the whole world, yet never steals another’s deal.
It doesn’t brag, it doesn’t boast, it simply stands and takes the load,
A quiet flame that never fades, that lights the dark when skies go cold.
This heart is not about possession, not about who gets to win,
It’s about the strength to feel it all and still not let the light within dim.

[Verse 2]
I trace the thin line of the rain, I chase the rainbow’s glowing rim,
Because this kind of purity is not a dream, not something I pretend to feel.
It’s the tremor in the chest when someone else is breaking slow,
The silent nod when words are useless, when only quiet matters so.
And when the earth is wounded, when its soul is torn and left to bleed,
This heart becomes a warning bell, a voice that rises to the need.
Without a trace of jealousy, without the urge to take or seize,
It just gives its steady glow to all, in kindness, in relief.
Maybe someone you’ve seen before carries this same soft fire inside,
Or maybe you’re the one who holds it — maybe it’s you who never hides.

[Bridge]
(Break: kick drops, ambient textures, vocal reverb, glitch FX)
Darkness in the eyes — it’s not a sign of fear or loss or dread,
It’s just the weight of seeing all the world, of holding every thread.
I’m drunk on my share of earth, I’ve swallowed time and shaped it whole,
Eternity is right here, in this pulse, in this unbroken role.
Let the rain keep falling, let the colors fade and come again,
This heart will keep its quiet flame, it won’t surrender to the pain.

(Drop: full beat returns, warm supersaw lead, sidechain pumping, layered percussion)

[Chorus]
A heart so pure, not loud, not proud, but deep and true and real,
That feels the ache of the whole world, yet never steals another’s deal.
It doesn’t brag, it doesn’t boast, it simply stands and takes the load,
A quiet flame that never fades, that lights the dark when skies go cold.
This heart is not about possession, not about who gets to win,
It’s about the strength to feel it all and still not let the light within dim.

[Outro]
Thin line of rain… bright edge of rainbow…
A heart that trembles, yet stays so strong.
In every touch, in every silence,
It carries this pure song along.
Maybe it’s you… maybe it’s you…

(Fade with repeating vocal chop): “maybe it’s you… maybe it’s you…”