Nor yesterday nor today перевод
Am I desperate more than on that last week?
And it seems to me like nothing more you need
And your wishes you never more gonna feed.
In your underworld you prefer to stay
Or for your Eldorado you try to seek?
You were telling of marvelous trips and hikes
But I didn’t believe those sweet ballades.
Dreams were rolling in glittering round-dance,
An illusion of guy living how he likes.
And the shadows were singing in solemn choir
Lifting from the depths of beyond the grave.
You were secretly traveling far and higher,
Nobody behaved as you did behave.
And the dreams were spinning from ashes cords
Tight around my neck as a slipping noose,
Into me like knives they used to stick
Getting stuck in the forest between your words
And the shadows looking as black tattoos
Had become the sketches extremely neat.
Are they sleeping or already lost the heat?
We were reading by lonely night
In uncomfortable and strangest poses
And the lamps’ twinkling light
Had assumed outlines of the gravestones.
They were washing away from the page the paint
Drops of purest sodium chloride
And we hoped to find under those tears and faint
Our own Florida indeed
Bow string is still so tight…
And grapefruit not at all was sweet.
Silvering meadows was the moonlight,
Penetrating deep in folds under feet.
You were sitting on grass so tired
Like the Faun, the god of wood,
Whom I worshiped and I admired.
I just wanted to feel your mood.
And I yet haven’t still decided
But I just hardly could respire
Had to be rather open-minded
To accept into soul that fire.
In the cradle of time and space
You will always remain the middle
In the chests with the Golden Fleece
Nobody had kept the fiddle
We will never each other name
By primordial our names
Like an empty forgotten frame
Or bonfire without flames.
I am searching just for handshake…
But the dirty oblivion lake
Now is parted to let us pass
And the dreams that we sing on grass
As the seeds now spill
And scatter
As high speeds they can kill
And shatter
As a pill taken without matter
Watching furtively at peephole
Where grave them forever hides
They will grow through the shadow sides
Where the sands of the river crawl
Memories are the cruelest slayers
They will surface because of guilt
Under huge number of the layers
Of the thickest seaweed and silt.
We have killed our fairy tale
As the heart is between the rows.
Farewell, we are so pale
We are strangers, but so close.
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