Дорогие читатели! благодарю за поддержку в голосовании!.
у нас - второе место..по голосованиям читателей..
http://www.narodnypoet.ru/2015/
http://www.stihi.ru/2015/10/16/811
Olen
Я знаю, кровоточат дни,
потерями, где мы бессильны,
словно вмурованы в гранит
и слово вещее забыли.
I know, now the days - bleeding,
by losses, where we - like weak kids
As if in granite we were hidden
and we all forgot prophetic dreams...
И некому расколдовать,
и, криком разбудив и плачем,
сказать заветные слова,
воспламеняя дух незрячий.
And there's of no one to spell out,
wake up - from cry and screaming,
To tell someone - words cherishing,
to flame - blind spirit on the ground ...
Как будто бы забыли свет,
и сердце медлит...медлит биться,
страшась признания в родстве
(сильнее, чем остановиться)
As if we all forgot - white light,
hearts hesitated... refused to beat,
To agree with your kin - in fright
(than to stop, the best to be)
с небесным. Словно мы одни,
ни ангела вокруг, ни друга.
И явь - циклические сны
и...вьюга, вьюга, вьюга, вьюга
In heavens. As if we're lonely now,
nor of friend, nor of angel around.
The real life - stuck in cyclical bounds,
and... snowstorms became blizzard...
бушует в скомканной душе...
И не дописаны страницы,
в которых тает смысл вещей,
чтобы потом уже не сниться.
They're raging - inside crumpled soul...
and the pages aren't finished in time
In which - sense of things thawed,
it can not come true in your life...
Но, даже если мир убил
то, что сияло в сердце прежде,
останется глоток любви,
как воплощение надежды,
But even if World killes all now
that shone before in your heart,
Just gulp of love - will stay around,
like hope... it's raging in blood...
как то, что воссияет вновь,
если дыхание осталось...
В молчании, за гранью слов,
любви божественная малость.
Again, like Sun, that will be flashed
if breath was stuck in your flesh...
In silence, beyond of words bounds,
there is Divine droplet of love...
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The Gulp of love...
I know, now the days - bleeding,
by losses, where we - like weak kids
As if in granite we were hidden
and we all forgot prophetic dreams...
And there's of no one to spell out,
wake up - from cry and screaming,
To tell someone - words cherishing,
to flame - blind spirit on the ground...
As if we all forgot - white light,
hearts hesitated... refused to beat,
To agree with your kin - in fright
( than to stop, the best to be)
In heavens. As if we - lonely now,
nor of friend, nor of angel around.
The real life - stuck in cyclical bounds
and... snowstorms became blizzard...
They're raging - inside crumpled soul...
and the pages aren't finished in time
In which - sense of things thawed,
it can not come true in your life...
But even if World killes all now
that shone before in your heart,
Just gulp of love - will stay around,
like hope... it's raging in blood...
Again, like Sun, it will be flashed,
if breath was stuck in your flesh...
In silence, beyond of words bounds,
there is Divine droplet of love...