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The Dream

Сон

My nightmare woke me, groaning
with the most intense pain.
My dream: that you loved someone else
and he had hurt you.

I ran out of bed
like a murderer from the guillotine,
and saw how the streetlights
shone dim, like animals’ eyes.

Oh, no one, no one
could have wandered, that night,
so homeless, so alone, down dark streets
that were like the beds of dried-up rivers.

I’m standing in front of your door,
I’ve no other path,
but I know I can never
open that door.

He hurt you, I know;
I dreamed it, but the dream was true.
And all the same I lie dying
beneath your closed window.

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Кристина Девулите
    A 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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