Island

(мой перевод на стих "Остров")

I'm a wanderer. Traveler without a route
In age of nineteen they unleashed my fetters
I jump without seeing the bottom
I'm without springboard
I'm almost alone

I threw a ring into a poppy field
It was caught only a couple of years later
My amethyst was broken into different parts and there is secret inside each part

I underlined lips by invisible lipstick
I'll splash the drop which smells like love
Because the wave of rhymes is my consolation
Pull yourself from rocks, swim forward

Exhaustion and rage
Such a viscous fatigue
There is a misanthrope walks sadly in the crowd tucked the interior
In his own silence the consciosness howled
And endless stream of same (strangers') faces
But those, beloved to our hearts, can be counted by single units

And blurred horizon is so foggy
But I take it boldly into my embrace
In rainy day I leave umbrella at home
Don a lacy dress
I'll swing away tight clouds I'll lay a carpet for myself
And it will be long and beautiful journey
I will be walking with eye fixed only forward