http://www.stihi.ru/2012/09/18/8665
Olen
Не томлю...
Энергия "лю",
как вино,
как связующее звено,
существует в пространстве между теми, в ком есть свет.
I do not yearn ...
Energy 'Liu'
like sweet wine,
as strong link,
It exists in the space between those in whom there is light.
Независимо от того, есть у него семья или нет...
Ее не запрешь в тело, паспорт, иные условности...
Видишь ли какие подробности:
Whether he's got own family or not...
It's not in the body of Forbidden, passport, other conventions...
You see next details:
и в сорок один,
казалось бы, не избежать льдин
в голосе,
седины в волосе...
А в сорк три?
Гори, шепчет пространство, просто гори...
And in forty one
seemingly you can't avoid ice floes
in ice of your voice,
silvering in hair ...
But, in forty three?
burn! space whispering: only burn!...
В отчужденности от всего, что брызжет, да не разумно...
Конечно, вполне безумно
фейерверком разбрасываться в сети,
когда каждый день надо пройти
хоть шаг своего пути....
In alienation from all that is splashing, but not reasonable ...
By fireworks to be scattering in Network,
when each day should be passed
though one step of the way....
Ты, если можешь, идущих рядом отогревай,
пусть даже мимоходом, невзначай...
Вот и 44, 45...
уже совсем некогда спать...
Я просто чувствую вокруг и в себе свет,
и преград для него нет...
You, if you can, who's going closely - heat them!..
let even, in passing, by chance...
That's in forty four, in fourty five...
to sleep - I have no time ...
Simply I can feel the light...around and inside,
and there's no barriers for it outside ...
А ты, если понял не так - прости...
Меня слишком много, поэтому мне надо идти...
Зачем все это тебе пишу?
And you, if can't see of that so excuse ...
here's too much me, so I have to go ...
What for I write all this - to you?
Показалось - спросил...Избыточно отвечаю и также дышу,
пересекаясь дыханием с похожими
It seemed - you've asked... I reply superfluously and also I breathe,
if I've crossed by my breath with the similar breath...
на меня прохожими
по жизни моей...Они пугаются, думают я пристаю,
а это не я, это энергия "лю".
the passers-by who's like me and you...
in my own life... They're scared, in thought: I stick,
but it's not me, it is the energy 'Liu'.
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Energy 'Liu'...
I do not yearn...
Energy 'Liu'
like sweet wine,
as strong link,
It exists in the space between those in whom there's light.
Whether he's got own family or not ...
It's not in the body of Forbidden, passport, other conventions ...
You see next details:
And in forty one
seemingly you can't avoid ice floes
in ice of your voice,
silvering in hair ...
But, in forty three?
burn! space whispering: only burn! ...
In alienation from all that is splashing, but not reasonable ...
By fireworks to be scattering in Network,
when each day should be passed
though one step of the way....
You, if you can, who's going closely - heat them!,
let even, in passing, by chance...
That's in forty four, in fourty five...
to sleep - I have no time ...
Simply I can feel the light...around and inside,
and there's no barriers for it outside...
And you, if can't see of that so excuse...
here's too much me, so I have to go...
What for I write all this - to you?
It seemed - you've asked ... I reply superfluously and also I breathe,
if I've crossed by my breath with the similar breath...
the passers-by who's like me and you...
in my own life... They're scared, in thought: I stick,
but it's not me, it is the energy 'Liu'.