Oriental bazaar
Has emerged out of dust
In the chord of guitar
A drunken rage has enhanced.
The sunrise is walking astray
In the circle of roofs
A beam of red sun is roving the grooves...
The sound of drizzle is taking in dance
The drops are tapping in a trance
Touch the splashes of the rain
To release the soul from chains!
The sound of drizzle is expelling pains
And relieves the soul from chains.
Remember that parting
Is a willing to stay
In the wish to exist
There is the wealth of the day.
Leaving traces
We bravely take off up the waves
The desires are simple,
Life has made us inmates !
Перевод стихов, автор А. Казачий. Ссылка на публикацию:
http://stihi.ru/2020/08/26/1866
Music of the rain
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