• Язык:
    Английский (English)
Источник:

The Sixth Sense

Шестое чувство

It's priceless - wine, that falls in love with us,
And bread, that sits for us in oven, - priceless treasure,
And priceless is a woman that, at last,
After all torments, we possess for pleasure.

But what to do with clear light of dawn,
When sky's, like heaven, peaceful, deep and solemn?
And what to do with words that have been born
To stay forever - with immortal poem?

We cannot drink it, cannot eat or kiss.
The moment slips, unstoppable as breathing,
And, desperate, we're destined just to miss -
We're so close, but keep missing, missing...

We're like a boy, who suddenly forgets
His game seeing a girl, undressed, in river.
He does not have a clue for love - not yet,
But some unknown longing makes him shiver.

We're like an ugly prehistoric being,
A reptile shaking ferns with helpless groan,
Whose shoulders burn because of cutting wings -
Millenniums before wings grow.

Age after age - Oh, Lord, how much remains? -
With Arts and Nature - two merciless surgeons,
Our spirit cries, and flesh nearly breaks
In throes of giving birth to Sixth Sense Organ.

Другие переводы:


А вот еще:

Sixth Sense

Fine the wine that loves us, / Good bread baked for our sakes / And the women who torment and tease / Yet please us and in the end let us take them. / / But what do we do with the red / Hue of sunset that lets the sky grow cold / With blue in a still, strange serenity? / What to do ...

The Streetcar That Lost Its Way

While walking down a strange street / I suddenly heard the cawing of crows, / Distant thunder, and the tones of a lute - / Here came a streetcar flying past. / / How I managed to leap to its step / Is beyond me - even in the bright / Daylight it spewed behind itself / In the atmosph...

Pre-Memory

So this is all of life! Whirling, singing. / Oceans, metropolises, deserts, / A desultory reflection / Of what is lost forever. / / A flame rages, trumpets trumpet, / And chesnut-colored horses race, / Then the agitating lips / Of happiness, it seems repeat. / / And sorrow and ...

A Baby Elephant

Right now my love for you is a baby elephant / Born in Berlin or in Paris, / And treading with its cushioned feet / Around the zoo director's house. / / Do not offer it French pastries, / Do not offer it cabbage heads, / It can eat only sections of tangerines, / Or lumps of sugar an...

Words

In the old days, when God cast down / His gaze upon the just created earth, / Words stopped the sun, / Words tore down whole towns. / / The terror-striken stars / huddled round the moon / When words, like pink flaming tongues / Floated down through air. / / The lower levels of ...

On that faraway star, upon Venus...

On that faraway star, upon Venus, / Where the Sun burns golden and brightly. / And on Venus, ah... upon Venus, / The blue leaves of trees they waft lightly. / / And loudly the waters they sing / The river, the fountain, the fall / Their noon song of freedom they ring / That lights u...