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[Oct. 24th, 2018|01:18 am] |
Это перевод. Лавры Мити Манина и Фила Николаева не дают мне покоя. Кто угадал автора и язык, на который переведен его текст, может править, если охота. Вот я уже вижу, что в припадке маразма в одном месте смешала два текста, но пусть
Inhabited by the autumn, or else by detuned cymbals, My soul is troubled by terror of nightstorms and muted thunders, Gods give us some extra hatred to make us decay from fear, To break into painful pieces, to burst out of the skin forever,
To dance to the rhythm of laughter of a lately blinded clown, While scores of highborn ladies, by their own hands, shape wax dolls, And, quietly gnawing nutshells, contemplatively Martin Bormann Watches the canvas painted by ever restless Goering,
The rice gods need their prayers, toy Chinese never get tired, And dollars get salted down by marshals who trade with arabs, Butterflies gulp down cabbage, and time that has been expired Falls through the quicksand future, filling the cups of cherubs,
Our kitchen feels empty, deprived of the world's best jokes Since it has been deserted by Hess and his British mission, Audience leaking out, through the inscrutable Northland, Into the arms of rivers, Siberian wind and steel bands. |
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From: | (Anonymous) |
Date: | October 24th, 2018 - 01:07 am |
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>Syberian
Cyberian
zdorovo!
siberia, vprochem, ne tak pishetsya zato est' chudesnoe slovo "sybian" izvestnoe toljko ochenj intelligentnym lyudyam takim, kak ya, naprimer
From: | (Anonymous) |
Date: | October 24th, 2018 - 04:56 am |
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знаю это слово уже лет двадцать значит я интеллигент ещё со школьной скамьи
From: | (Anonymous) |
Date: | October 24th, 2018 - 04:58 am |
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а чё вы доебались все до этой Сюберии кстати? может имелась в виду небесная Сыбирь тов. Бенуа Сокаля?
с интеллигентным человеком и поговорить любопытно
Toy Chinese worship rice, the drone of prayer lingers, and generals hoard cash from selling their arms to rebels, butterflies munch on greenbacks, time seeps through your fingers, for angels to fill the vessels for tomorrow's revels.
From: | (Anonymous) |
Date: | October 25th, 2018 - 03:42 pm |
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Вертинский на гормонах. | |