Farewell dear sir MT перевод

You were searching for Jerusalem?
(Ask about it the coastal wave)
“All these angels can never save
So you shouldn't count on them.”
On my future gravestone is writing
An invisible hand of fate.
How deep could you penetrate
With your strange invisible biting?

The salvation we soon predict
To the ones whom the savior left.
Welcome to the eternal crypt,
Where oblivion is a theft.

You cannot me to notice fail
Even half, even just a quarter.
I am locked in the liquid jail
Made of poisoned magnetic water.

Fear, guilt or uncertainty
The forgiveness does not deserve?
I don’t fear the eternity
But can hardly make out the curve.

You’re the most consistent guarantee
Of my each achievement
If you only could meet with me
Right before my supreme bereavement!

Or we will die not having met
Or before our very last days
All the memories we’ll forget
Repeating what everyone says
“It is needful to be more wise”
(Only wind on my door will knock)
Our fates in the jail will lock
Denying the paradise
Call upon to consider three –
The society, the time and laws.
Farewell, dear sir M. T.
Wish I could feel again your claws.

Everything we had not achieved
Make us strongly depend on that
Till salvation not having lived
Or just having upon it spat
Having wings’ rusty steel to fold
Or totally off to torn
Under pressure of northern cold
Will the seeds of obsession burn
like a (hag)-ridden unicorn
Is a car my damnation drives
But not wounding are all my knives
Nobody, except from us.

memories are the cruelest slayers
they are hiding in deepest shells
and your gods wouldn't hear your prayers
and the demons won't hear your spells

You will never more kill me. Tender.
All this time is a poorest pander
If you would get into her hands
You walked away nor yesterday nor today
But tomorrow you won’t go away.

(оригинал - До свиданья, синьор Муррильо)