This is Africa перевод стихотворения В. Вострикова
Nubian deserts, dead sands hidden sigh.
This is Africa.
Wisdom of tribes that are older than time.
This is Africa.
The diamond coast under paws of lions.
This is Africa.
Shackles of slaves in the filth of the mines.
This is Africa.
We are black pearls in the crowns of gods,
Eternal print on the heart of the tribes,
The ancient horror of doomed fairy dreams -
Rattle of shackles. Silent scream.
Here comes the time for erasing the marks,
We’ll take the risk, we remember the price,
And pay with ashes that covers so soon
Imposing capitals’ ruins.
Kilimanjaro, snow sparkles on the tops.
This is Africa.
Safari slaughter and elephant corpse.
This is Africa.
The pyramids reaching out their god.
This is Africa.
Nama, Herero and Tutsi in blood.
This is Africa
Caliphs’ oasis of luxury dreams.
This is Africa
Cairo's ghetto in fog of the tears.
This is Africa
Scattering pearls in the silver moon tones.
This is Africa
Tripoli, wiped off the ground by bombs.
This is Africa
We are black pearls in the crowns of gods,
Eternal print on the heart of the tribes,
The ancient horror of doomed fairy dreams -
Rattle of shackles. Silent scream.
Here comes the time for erasing the marks,
We’ll take the risk, we remember the price,
And pay with ashes that covers so soon
Imposing capitals’ ruins.
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