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evening twilights highway neon traces circles drawn on frock back somehow broken speed it may be finger feels the toes wet shoes wet in the city oily water {«Ґв® 1991} Translation (c) Stepan M. Pechkin 1996 I'm not more than a stranger Neither this place or that Whole my life on the flowers endlessly I tread I am carrying stones in unladened hands I am writing my name on untrustworthy sand On the edge of the stream But when rain starts a-falling who can see the blue sky I don't know what is urgent I see no harm or hint When the bare little feet do not leave any print On untrustworthy sand What if brother of mine recognizes me not If no fire where he's at now and no ice has he got Where the wind blows and heaven holds the stars in its hands He will not leave a footprint on untrustworthy sand On the edge of the stream I'm not more than a stranger Neither this place or that Whole my life on the flowers endlessly I tread I am carrying stones in unladened hands I am writing my name on untrustworthy sand On the edge of the stream {1993} Translation (c) Stepan M. Pechkin 1993 |
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