The Frozen Mask

(перевод стихотворения "Маска")

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Песня на английский вариант

https://rutube.ru/video/5776bcfef276cf39bb6179f3aad2345d/

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The hall is empty and the lights are dead,
the music fades, the hustle turns to stone.
The heroes stay right here, with words unsaid,
as if by time, they're hidden and alone.

The heavy velvet curtain seems to part
our fragile life into the world and stage.
It shapes a fleeting world with clever art,
where mirror-glass reflects a tender age.

And silence comes. And out of it arise
the icy features of a frozen mask.
Is it a friend or foe behind the fake?
It matters not, there is no need to ask.

But from the mask, a spear of coldness gleams,
a bitter gaze that pierces with no care.
The sight of you, eternal in my dreams,
is wandering, ageless, through the silent night air.

Is it your face?.. The memory is torn...
The movements are so slow and full of grace.
Yes, it's the phantom that was newly born,
the same dark contour and the same embrace.

The dusty floor is catching every stride.
The smoke is swirling in a navy blue.
The twilight suffocates, with things to hide,
behind the crossroads where the lines are true.

The fragile dream is broken evermore,
again I hear a weeping violin,
its long and hopeless moan begins to soar
a cry of pure despair, a smile of sin.

Is it your face?.. The darkness will not say.
The slender profile hidden out of sight.
Who are you in that pale mask on the way?
My fate? Or just a shadow in the night?


Изображение сгенерировано Алисой (Яндекс)