Утро которым мы умрём - mujuice

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In the morning the seagulls scream in a frenzy,

Their white shadows on the facades

Whisper anxiously in the windows about death,

But no one will cancel the date.

Every day I wake up further away.

The days are fading like mussel shells.

Less stupid bravado and falsehood

And the exile Ovid** is getting closer.

Wastelands on the outskirts of life

Overgrown with deserted melancholy.

The days crawl like faceless slugs,

They wash away my chaos with monotony.

I wander longer and more often

In cities unfamiliar to the point of pain.

What is my soul sleeping alive for?

Forgotten the failed roles.

Are you sleeping, soul? You didn’t want this,

You ate to your heart’s content and breathed the forbidden.

Is that really not enough?

Now you breathe colorless air.

My father is clean-shaven, but hollow,

A huge crown obscures the sun,

Smiles, waves - cheerful,

As if alive, only the appearance of Nazon.

What, Nazon, is your song sung?

The path to the sovereign Rome is blocked.

Returning is a bad omen,

Eternity blows on a puny back.

I myself feel the chill,

The endless distances have become leaky,

I cannot contain myself in my mortal body

And, as if the mooring lines have been cast off.

Give me your hand, it rocks mercilessly,

This world is not for us -

Intravenously, totally, subcutaneously.

Worn out -

only sorrows and dampness.


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