Стихотворение опубликовано в XV номере журнала поэзии ЛАВА. Авторский перевод.
Am I dead?
Or dead is everything around me,
And me just walking amidst nothingness and dust?
Am I alive?
Or else that I discover is a living thing or being?
The revenant that roams in the realm of living men,
A living man that dwells among the dead.
My world is so strange, yet it is mine,
And nothing else I have instead.
This I deserved. Of that I doubts do not have.
My former life is overfilled with awful crimes and deeds.
The lot which is defined. The penalty which flowed out.
I mourn. I groan. This is my burden and clearer it could not be.
Me dead? Or me alive?
Me revenant? Or living man?
If dead, what am I doing here, in the realm of living men?
And if I live, what am I doing in the world of death?
Me, walking feared in despair.
Me lamenting when everyone around me is going crazy!
Neither dead, nor alive
© Copyright: Дмитрий Жуков 6, 2014
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