Fling window open, let the Moon,
Come in your silent somber room,
Inhale the warmth and close your eyes,
And see a thunder in the skies..
It comes, all rattle, crash and roar,
And granite soul will melt and soar,
Like cube of ice will thaw away
Under the tears of April rain.
Unclose it wider, breath in night,
Ear splitting silence in your sight,
All tunes in universe are gone…
Torrential rain obscures the dawn,
As inevitable as sorrow,
Not shedding light on your tomorrow.
Take breath, push off and flee to heaven,
A little after twenty seven..
Let go. Перевод
© Copyright: Алексей Бахтов, 2019
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