Eng-Rus. Head scars

HEAD SCARS
They come and go, crowds thick,
The scars are sickly shining...
Eyes open wide, I stare and think.
If can't perceive – not for the lack of trying...
They come and go, more and more,
With every passing year.
Yes, axes, sabres, and what for?
Or – God's unknown gear?
... What thoughts can grow in the head,
Which had been cut at leisure?
They are alive, just partly dead,
Of our life’s true measure.

Шрамы на голове HEAD SCARS
Они приходят и уходят, густые толпы, THEY COME AND GO, CROWDS THICK,
Шрамы болезненно светятся… THE SCARS ARE SICKLY SHINING...
Глаза раскрыты широко, я пялюсь и думаю. EYES OPEN WIDE, I STARE AND THINK.
Если не в силах воспринять – не оттого, что не стараешься… IF CAN'T PERCEIVE – NOT FOR THE LACK OF TRYING...
Они приходят и уходят, всё больше и больше THEY COME AND GO, MORE AND MORE,
С каждым уходящим годом. WITH EVERY PASSING YEAR.
Да, топоры, сабли, но для чего? YES, AXES, SABRES, AND WHAT FOR?
Или – Божья неизвестная упряжь? OR – GOD'S UNKNOWN GEAR?
...Какие мысли могут взрасти в голове, WHAT THOUGHTS CAN GROW IN THE HEAD,
От каких избавился уже на досуге? WHICH HAD BEEN CUT AT LEISURE?
Они живы, лишь частично мертвы, THEY ARE ALIVE, JUST PARTLY DEAD,
Жизни нашей истинное мерило. OF OUR LIFE’S TRUE MEASURE.

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