| (7 июня 2008 - Одесса,Украинский Театр) The trees change their leaves The snakes change their skins When a cyclone comes Then the wind changes it's direction So smooth are the transitions From one shape to another I guess you even didn't notice When you committed the renunciation And if you turn around for a moment The sky is already not the same And all that seemed indisputable Is now questioned The nimbi turn pale and go out And awe decreases bit by bit And it's nearly time for you To commit the renunciation But are there flowers in the world, that do not wither, And eyes that can look at the sun without getting blind? And are there those wonderful lands Where nimbi don't fade out and colors don't pale?... The cardinal points shift So slowly and imperceptibly Seas, islands, continents Change their outlines And every impulse is a subject Of invisible metamorphoses And every atom of happiness Has it's own measured lifetime But are there flowers in the world, that do not wither, And eyes that can look at the sun without getting blind? And are there those wonderful lands Where nimbi don't fade out and colors don't pale?... (That's my translation, don't judge me, please :)) |
