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V mém hrdém mozku

В мой мозг, в мой гордый мозг собрались думы...

V mém hrdém mozku myšlenky se sešly
jak supi zlověstní a zasmušilí,
jak zloději se plíží po předměstí,

na mne se slétly, aby se mi mstily.

A já byl sám. Sny táhly mojí hlavou,

mé oči úžasem se rozevřely,
já viděl desku, na ní svoje slova,
své činy, hříchy své, svůj život celý.

Že chladnýma jsem očima se díval

na opojených vítězů hry smělé,

a že jsem ústy krvavými líbal

pobledlé rty na chvějícím se těle.

Že tyto ruce, tyto prsty moje

neznaly pluhu, práce ušetřeny,

že všecky písně mého nepokoje
nedaly víc, než trochu omámení.

A proto právě přišla chvíle pomsty,

by lživý chrám můj slepci rozbořili,

by myšlenky — jak lupič na předměstí

žebráka v mlze — mne tu zaškrtily.

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I'm dreaming that both of us dead. / We're lying - so peaceful for ever. / Two white heavy coffins of lead / Put down together. / / And when did we say that "enough"? / What for then and what means the trying? / But strange that's not aching my heart, / My heart is not crying. / ...

Unperturbed and indifferent sun contemplated the planet…

Unperturbed and indifferent sun contemplated the planet / There all was infested with terror and eaten by rot, / There rocks in the distance appeared a huge shaggy dog, / There black boiling copper spewed out collapsing volcanoes. / Was the night of the world. / / Unexpectedly rolled i...

Their souls` love had been born beside the sea…

Their souls' love had been born beside the sea, / In sacred groves of virginal naiads, / Whose songs, arguing with the play of wind, / With strings, ring joyfully, eternally. / / Great oracle... the majesty of man / Has never been more strange and more severe, / The closed lips and th...

The Magic Violin

Pretty boy, / you are so merry / and your smile's - so light, so sunny. / Don't you ask me for this passion / that is poison to the worlds. / You don't know, don't know how dreadful / is this Magic Violin, sonny, / And how gloomy is the horror / of the one who strikes the ...

Comfort

He that has been burried / Hears a glorious chime, / Smells the whitest lilies / In his dream beyond time. / / He that in his grave lies / Sees an endless light / As the wings of Seraphs / Shed their snow-flakes bright. / / You are on your death-bed / And your hands are cold....

The Giraffe

Today, I can see that your glance is especially sad, / And your hands are especially frail and your hair especially a mess. / There, there now... Just listen... far, far away, on Lake Chad / Roams a proud and graceful giraffe... / / An exquisite figure and a leisurely life are his boon / ...