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Nochnye Snaypery - Romance #4
On your tanned hand, I read a prayer...
We are parting, my friend, forever and ever...
And my lips tremble... I twist them into a smile...
You are ready, and you
Hand me
My coat...
Night Snipers - I'm sitting by the window (poem by Brodsky)
I always said that fate is a game,
that why do we need fish if we have caviar.
That Gothic style will prevail, like a school,
like the ability to hang out, avoiding a prick.
I thought that the forest is only part of the log.
That why do we need the whole girl if we have a knee.
That, tired of the dust raised by the century,
the Russian eye will rest on the Estonian spire.
I'm sitting by the window, there's an aspen outside.
I loved few, but strongly.
I'm sitting by the window, I washed the dishes.
I was happy here, but I won't be anymore.
I'm sitting by the window...
I wrote that in a light bulb there is the horror of the floor.
That love, like an act, is devoid of a verb.
That Euclid didn't know that, converging on a cone,
a thing acquires not zero, but chronos.
I said that a leaf destroys a bud.
And that a seed, falling into bad soil,
does not give a sprout; that a meadow with a clearing
is an example of masturbation, given in nature.
I'm sitting by the window, remembering my youth.
I'll smile sometimes, sometimes I'll spit.
I'm sitting by the window, hugging my knees,
in the company of my bulky shadow.
I'm sitting by the window...
And my song was devoid of a motive,
but at least it cannot be sung in a choir. It's no wonder
that as a reward for such speeches
no one puts their feet on my shoulders.
A citizen of a second-rate era, I proudly
admit that I am a second-rate product,
and I give my best thoughts to the coming days
as an experience of fighting suffocation.
I'm sitting by the window in the dark; like a fast
train, it rumbles behind the wavy curtain.
I'm sitting in the dark. And it's not worse
in the room than the darkness outside.
I'm sitting by the window...