A keresés eredménye

Parting

And the mist will stare out of all the swamps, out of all the gorges,
and a cheerful whip will whistle above the couple of piebalds...
You will sing your longing when you rush alone into the darkness, and I will cry with tears the old song on my own.
 
Parting is the eternal enemy of Russian dreams,
parting is a midnight thief of the happy midnight.
And there's only dirt from beneath the wheels,
and due to thunderstorms one can hear
neither your swords, nor our tears,
not even words of help.
 
What misfortune are we doomed to over centuries?
What need do we pay tribute to saying goodbye to our sweethearts?
And why does this reality give us these dreams at night,
that are like wondrous light above the sad songs?
 
What if we shouldn't let go of our happy hands?
What if we should unharness our horses for eternity?
But the north is groaning, the south is calling,
and once again there's farewell tap of wheels,
and here the fate is broken suddenly
against oncoming versts*...
 

Last Poem

I am floating away and time is taking me
from one edge to another edge,
from one shore to another shore,
from one shallow to another shallow.
Goodbye, my friend!
I know, some day,
from a distant shore,
from the faraway past,
the spring wind at night
will bring you a sigh of mine.
 
Just look, simply look,
look whether there is
anything left after me.
 
Amidst the midnight of oblivion,
on the faraway outskirts
of your life,
just look with no despair.
Just look with no despair,
whether it will appear as a flash,
whether it will appear as some unknown image
seeming to be accidental.
Will it appear as some unknown image
seeming to be accidental?
 
It's not a dream, it's not a dream,
it's the whole truth of mine,
it is the verity.
 
The death-conquering
eternal law is
the love of mine!
 

Invisible

Tell me who you really are,
and I will tell you who I am.
The rest is nothing but the movie props.
I'm leaving today
without looking at the monitor,
where these shots will be put on repeat yet more than once.
 
I'm walking in circles...
Who are we to each other?
One may repeat it a thousand times...
We must be rivals -
there's something agonizingly nervous
that is shrinking somewhere inside me.
 
There's neither pain nor joy, only fatigue.
And that's all, nothing is left of me.
I'm alone with my own shadow,
as if I'm invisible.
You left me neither inhale nor exhale.
Well, such is life, one plays with no rules here.
Nobody is defeated, nobody has won,
but it's not me, I'm invisible.
 
Tell me who you were.
Have I ever been to you something more
than just doubts caused by a few phrases?
Remind me how long ago
that ostentatious formal addressing me
became easier for you than to leave without raising your head.
 
We are ready to attack -
let's cross our swords.
Farewell to my December.
I will close it and hide it.
What else should I do?
One may repeat it a thousand times.
 
There's neither pain nor joy, only fatigue.
And that's all, nothing is left of me.
I'm alone with my own shadow,
as if I'm invisible.
You left me neither inhale nor exhale.
Well, such is life, one plays with no rules here.
Nobody is defeated, nobody has won,
but it's not me, I'm invisible.
 

One Can't Get Closer

Everything is
so wrong.
I can't explain anything.
Either there is nothing
to breathe with in here
or I am not able to love...
 
Stop!
It feels like the city has become empty for a moment
and unwillingly silent.
I freeze up,
striving into your lens
with all of my thoughts.
 
One can't get closer!
Tell me what it was.
Look straight into my eyes,
I haven't forgotten anything.
I know one can't get closer,
but I will comfort you.
Look straight into my eyes
with no regrets, with no pain.
 
Well,
try to surprise me.
Let's do without polite phrases.
Falseness
is the feeling of guilt -
this is always the case, but today I'll pass.
 
One can't get closer!
Tell me what it was.
Look straight into my eyes,
I haven't forgotten anything.
I know one can't get closer,
but I will comfort you.
Look straight into my eyes
with no regrets, with no pain.
* * *
 
I feel sorry for
this tenderness.
It will be lost in the frame, there's nothing to do about it.
Let it be
black and white sweet lies
that will remain of us.
 

Unhappy

Chorus:
Unhappy, innocent,
complex, taciturn...
You keep silent again, being patient.
Come on, my unhappy one.
 
Day after day, with no shame at all,
they lead you, defenseless, to the slaughter,
accompanied with the rolling bell ringing,
as if you being served in church in advance.
 
Your generous hands are roughly pecked
by the greedy kites.
Hopelessness and indifference
are thrown to your feet, as if handouts!
 
Chorus:
Unhappy, innocent,
complex, taciturn...
You keep silent again, being patient.
Come on, my unhappy one.
 
Your children have grown up to become troublesome.
They have quietly squandered what was left not burned out by them. Piece by pieces, greedily, by handfuls,
they keep grabbing and tearing their mother's heart.
 
Your open wounds are burning in the wind,
being sewn with white thread.
Your home is turned inside out,
but you are humbly silent, while being tortured.
 
Chorus:
Unhappy, innocent,
complex, taciturn...
You keep silent again, being patient.
Come on, my unhappy one.
 
* * *
 
The pangs of death and birth -
you've seen it all in your life.
You got burned with your ever-forgiveness,
got overflowed with it from bottom to the very top.
 
You will brush your brownish greying hair off your face!
Emboldened, you will cry out of helplessness,
being serenely faithful up to the end,
Russia!
 

One Day

It was or it was not,
the night is defeated -
and there's a half of a dream
lying in my hand.
It got broken off
like a tight thread.
Feels like it's not destined to be...
Let it be so.
 
But one day - do you hear me -
I swear to you by all the gravitational pulls:
I can wait for these words and that day
when it's all over, with not even a shadow left.
And of course, you may not believe me.
Still, it's so, and no one will ever notice it,
but one day I'll wake up
being the happiest on this planet.
 
But I meet a sigh
which is like the howling wind.
Find me,
take me with you.
As the day melts,
there are swans in the sky.
Protect my light,
lead the way for me.
 
And one day - do you hear me -
I swear to you by all the gravitational pulls:
I can wait for these words and that day
when it's all over, with not even a shadow left.
And of course, you may not believe me.
Still, it's so, and no one will ever notice it,
but one day I'll wake up
being the happiest on this planet.
 
Now where should one look for
whether it was or it was not?
The smoke will turn gray,
covering the trail
and that sad ringing.
These are tears of happiness.
Be with me, if you want.
If you want, let me go.
 
And one day - do you hear me -
I swear to you by all the gravitational pulls:
I can wait for these words and that day
when it's all over, with not even a shadow left.
And of course, you may not believe me.
Still, it's so, and no one will ever notice it,
but one day I'll wake up
being the happiest on this planet.
 

Insomnia

Night, nobody has asked you
To fall down to us from the sky, being exhausted.
Staying here, in plain sight,
I do not hope, but I'm waiting...
Night, without any reasons,
Night, let's keep silent,
Swallowing dust and gloom.
Night, everything is wrong, not the way it should be!
 
She'll burst in*, violently taking the doors off their hinges,
Being pushy, she'll jump into someone's bed,
And brushing off the defiant strands from her face,
she'll say carelessly, - hello! I'm Insomnia.
Hello! I'm Insomnia.
Hello! I'm Insomnia.
 
The inhale is like a run into the abyss.
Night, I'm an ordinary person.
I'm broken, I'm tired
To be able to follow your ritual.
 
She'll burst in, violently taking the doors off their hinges,
Being pushy, she'll jump into someone's bed,
And brushing off the defiant strands from her face,
she'll say carelessly, - hello! I'm Insomnia.
Hello! I'm Insomnia.
Hello! I'm Insomnia.
Hello!
I'm Insomnia.
 

Young and Hungry

I will cross out everything with my firm hand
To start with a new line, with no commas...
But how many words I need - for the life of me, I don't know.
It is said they form flocks,
They gather into useless phrases, I hate them.
Stay where you are, don't get closer!
 
And promise, promise whatever you can.
Be braver to attack, you, young and hungry!
That's alright, you can be even tougher.
Yes, I am able to take the blow.
You shouldn't even know, because of whose ellipses*
Everything you used to love will be torn to pieces!
Kill me, so that someone loses.
 
Just request me. And if you want it,
I will curse the whole world.
And these voices are just one of the conditions.
Seriously, I remember fighting to the blood.
Both of us know how to play against the rules.
You know and I know.
 
You may promise, promise whatever you want.
Be braver to attack, you, young and hungry!
That's alright, you can be even tougher.
Yes, I am able to take the blow.
And it's better not to know, because of whose ellipses
Everything you used to love will be torn to pieces!
Kill me, so that someone loses.
 
You may promise...
You may promise...
 

Doll Seller

Versions: #2
I love this city, but it keeps silent at night.
Unarmed and killed, it is an apathetic witness of its own funeral, it is indifferent towards its executioners.
Looks like someone has decided that we are as naive as children.
 
But not a chance! And no matter how calm our enemy is,
but still I can see everyone around, dying of boredom,
is heading right into his arms.
But not a chance! I’ll steal you, just give me a sign.
You have to run fast before you are driven into that corner,
where the doll seller is waiting, the doll seller is waiting.
 
Warm my fingers, after all he doesn’t feel pity for us.
Look, he's scared, he is setting traps for the others and for himself. He doesn't take the calendar off the walls,
since he believes that we are big toys.
 
But not a chance! And no matter how calm our enemy is,
but still I can see everyone around, dying of boredom,
is heading right into his arms.
But not a chance! I’ll steal you, just give me a sign.
You have to run fast before you are driven into that corner,
where the doll seller is waiting, waiting for dolls.