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sad-evelyn · 1 year
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Here, it is me again. It's been a long time. I came back with the translation of a poem by Joseph Brodsky. Unfortunately, I didn't manage to translate it completely, so the last one quatrian is missing.
when you'll be back... well...
watch around...
if someone needs you here too,
if your old friends are still all bound.
when you'll come back,
just wine would do.
observe the view.
it's all one fault.
it's all your fault.
how great!
oh, thanks.
praise God, such glory.
how wonderful!
no one to blame.
no one to hold you back with reason.
no one to love you with all strength
that makes her Death await for season.
how wonderful!
no one will usher.
so, you alone in terminal observe
as noise itself is coming into ashes.
Воротишься на родину. Ну что ж.
Гляди вокруг, кому еще ты нужен,
кому теперь в друзья ты попадешь?
Воротишься, купи себе на ужин
какого-нибудь сладкого вина,
смотри в окно и думай понемногу:
во всем твоя одна, твоя вина,
и хорошо. Спасибо. Слава Богу.
Как хорошо, что некого винить,
как хорошо, что ты никем не связан,
как хорошо, что до смерти любить
тебя никто на свете не обязан.
Как хорошо, что никогда во тьму
ничья рука тебя не провожала,
как хорошо на свете одному
идти пешком с шумящего вокзала.
Как хорошо, на родину спеша,
поймать себя в словах неоткровенных
и вдруг понять, как медленно душа
заботится о новых переменах.
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sad-evelyn · 1 year
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sad-evelyn · 2 years
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“He is only a wild beast when treated like a wild beast.” Tramping with a poet in the Rockies, with thirty-eight emblems by Vernon Hill. 1928.
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sad-evelyn · 2 years
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I used to have a lot of friends
But they started smoking and lusting sex.
I used to have a lot of bonds
But I saw them dusting, becoming gross.
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sad-evelyn · 2 years
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and I wonder still
if something can be done
to sew the gap
between the fall and dawn
and I wonder still
if something is so dun
maybe this is it, our gloomy sun
and I wonder still
how to turn time back
hug you with all strength
take your woe in sack
throw it down in drain
and love you in vain
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sad-evelyn · 2 years
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sad-evelyn · 2 years
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Well, excuse me, darling,
But we live in hell!
And if everyone is nice,
This place is boring to dwell.
What you want from an imp,
What you want from a devil,
Remorse is not the feeling
For purest evil.
(It's impossible, honey,
So, stop being feeble.)
Like you are not mean!
Like you are not boorish!
Selling out a password
For your credit card - foolish.
Look, I just like horses,
And I used to like you...
You had a worst hangover...
Tell me what could I do?
I ran three rings down
Just to get into warth...
××××× you should be thankful
'Cause your car still has worth!
I had a little dream
Right inside my heart...
You'd never understood it.
That's why now we apart...
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Soooooo.... I wish Blitzo could stand up for himself in front of his fears and wounds, really. I wish I were in 7th episode of Helluva Boss to talk back for Blitø...
I originally planned it like his song, but for Blitzo's song I didn't use enough rude words. My language is not too hard, yeah... I wanted to make it really long and shied a light on Fizzarolli, but again I don't like swears and... I just can't go on.
Anyway, that was a fun experience)
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sad-evelyn · 2 years
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THE MADNESS OF PUTIN.
There is no disputing,
The madness of Putin,
As he's war machine goes marching on,
Leaving bloodshed and sorrow,
And no hope for tomorrow,
As the world stands by and looks helplessly on.
A tyrant so gross,
With no care for the loss,
Of mothers and children carrying babes in their arms,
He bombs poor civilians,
This cruelest of villains,
And lays ruin to all towns and villages and farms.
It is tearful to see,
These torn families,
As wives kiss their husbands as they leave them behind,
They are going to fight,
The Russians fierce might,
And dreading the carnage they know they will find.
And the world holds its breath,
As this dealer of death,
Plunders and kills as he bully's his way,
Along the road to Kyiv,
That the world wants to save,
United and vowing that this monster must pay.
@Ambrose Harte
@Scattered Thoughts
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sad-evelyn · 2 years
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Again
Late night
This thoughts of you
That made me wipe a tear
I ask no longer love from you
I beg you dissappear
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sad-evelyn · 2 years
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There is no poems in my heart,
No music in my soul.
I wonder where will I be,
If I don't have it all.
There is just silence
And regret,
And might be fear of life.
I wonder where will I go,
If I don't have much light.
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sad-evelyn · 2 years
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Translation of Soviet Union Tango. The poem or lyrics was originally written by Joseph Alveko.
the tired sun was leaving sea
that time you said you don't love me
i felt quite sad but with no grief
that time you said your love was brief
we part, alas, I won't feel rage
'cause we were writing that ugly page
the tired sun was leaving sea
that time you sad you don't love me
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sad-evelyn · 2 years
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Girl from Nagasaki
interpretation of Russian song by Vladimir Vysotcky "Girl from Nagasaki"
He is the captain of the crew.
His capital is Marseille.
He loves debates, huge noise and fights
To smoke and drink strong ale.
He loves one Girl.
Her name's unknown for balky she was, but still...
From Nagasaki was that girl.
She is the captain's will.
She has a traces of little "prank"
Somewhere on her arms.
And her tattoos were there to shine
When she were dancing dance.
She has a smallest breast
You have or maybe haven't seen.
Her lips were red and to kiss them once
Would count as a sin.
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sad-evelyn · 2 years
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I don't know what's going here...
How to die and disappear
Good advice is harsh to ear.
Let me perish very drear.
I don't know what's going here...
Could they stop to brake and sear?
My soul slightly more than gear
After all...
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sad-evelyn · 2 years
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Love me out of the boredom.
Love me out of the grief.
Even if it is a whoredom...
Steale my heart as reckless thief.
Love me out of the anguish,
Love me for the days are dim.
Even if I never vanquish...
Let me be your vague beam.
Love me out of own madness.
Love me out of own pry.
Even if it will be thoughtless...
Let me very grandly say...
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sad-evelyn · 2 years
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When I take a look at grasses
And a mosses from all sorts,
I imagine how Yavanna
Cry about her great loss.
When I watch through
Special glasses at the
Stars and their fade hue,
I can't help but only thinking
That we've made a light anew.
And I wonder what if Varda
Hates our artifical light...
We forsake her splendor present
For the sake of greater might...
When I see a smug from fabrics
Or a dirty shade of sky,
I can help but only thinking
If the Manwë still alive...
When I use my hellish cellphone
When I text or better tape,
I can help but only thinking
What we've done is not aright...
When I smell a heap of litter
On the shores of oceans, seas,
I can help but only weeping
Ulmo's bounty indeed!
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sad-evelyn · 3 years
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I see this weak and fragile visage
The eyes that scream into my face
"I'm not prepared for the real world
and for its breathless countless pace!"
I see this gait and stifled motion
The arms that swathe cheeks on my face
"I'm not prepared for the real word
and for the stupidest Rat Race!"
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