Поэтический перевод произведения «Архив забытых идей»,
автор исходного произведения на русском языке – Станислав Пилипенко
The words are left on paper slip,
They’re gone to sand, and plans have failed,
The head is stuffed up to the tip,
The fuss dune sands have them enjailed!
As fossil hunter of the waste,
You find the obsolete proceedings –
“Lay off the booze!”, or “Fit the waist!”,
They’re the ideas’ worthless readings.
The love, as simple written word,
Is left unsent – no will to dare!
The dreams, as “later on” deferred,
Are haunted by the freaked nightmare.
The span of “morrow” and “last night”
Is cemetery of good ideas,
They failed the life spark to ignite,
Thereon no one no longer hears.
Lost idea depository
© Copyright: Александр Нагний, 2025
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