I wondered, «What's wrong with me?»
The thirtieth year had passed.
Please Let time carry away now
What I had before known.
Neither the height of the cliffs
Nor the depth of the whirlpools
Could I ever conquer in life.
The savage grin of beasts,
The silent step,
The sound of hooves beating.
But I had known the pain of life, captivity,
How blood runs in rivulets,
The intricate melody
of bullets whizzing overhead.
When the struggle ended,
I seemed not to have lived —
I was learning to walk like a child,
To speak, to eat, to drink.
As for the life that came before me —
Its trace had long since gone.
It had taken new lives,
Drenched the sword in blood,
And the earth was awash with cries...
15 oct 2026 y
(Перевод моего же стихотворения "Вой на". Странно, но на анг.звучит гораздо лучше. Заметил ошибки - будь другом-дай знать)
I wondered
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