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A dream

Сон

I woke up and moaned with a shudder,
My nightmare haunts me again:
You were still in love with another,
And he caused you anguish and pain.

I escaped my house in the darkness -
Thus a killer runs from a block,
Watched and mocked by shadowy lanterns -
Hungry wild beasts running amock.

And I followed, hopelessly roaming,
Through a maze of alleys and streets.
No one could be ever so homeless
And bereft with powerless grief.

I have reached your house in despair,
I have come to you, like before.
Yet I know I will never dare
To approach and knock on the door.


He has hurt you - reason denies it,
Dreams deceive, vindictive and mad,
It's a daytime - yet I am dying,
Watching how your curtains are shut

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
    The Dream
  • Болгарский
    Елеонора В. Княжева
    Сън
  • Испанский
    Хорхе Бустаманте Гарсия
    Un sueño
  • Китайский
    Чжан Бинг
  • Литовский
    Антанас Дрилинга
    Liūdnas sapnas aplankė prieš rytą…
  • Польский
    Тадеуш Рубникович
    Sen
  • Збигнев Дмитроча
    Sen
  • Украинский
    Наталия Горишная
    Сон
  • Эсперанто
    Павел Можаев
    Sonĝo

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