2019.04.10.
When window looks red-painted in sunrise
translated by Dmytro Zelenskyy06-Apr-2019
When window looks red-painted in sunrise,
when moon and sun divide the sky to halves,
there are no things like “better voice”, or size,
what matters – may the music be with us.
There are no things like “better voice”, or size.
Still waiting, looking, guessing – > whoami ?
Guitar lies on my chest, both* fall asleep.
…Smooth-bore woods got thinned out shy,
while curly songs pop dime a dozen, seem...
Smooth-bore woods got thinned out shy…
A bottom of a lake has silent springs –
you cannot see them with the toughest eye.
A louder sound* does not lead to win -
it’s more important, what does make us* cry.
A louder sound* does not lead to win.
The tenderness will be appeased in streams,
with recurrence of rustle of butterflies
the sun will give the answer to your dreams
when it comes down to shoulders from the skies.
* Your son will be the answer to your dreams.