Evgenii Dolmatovski
«Не собираюсь бить на жалость…»
Вольный перевод на английский (с) Marahan
I do not want to use your pity.
I look a laughing stock, I fear.
You feel OK – you leave the city;
I feel bad as I am staying here.
Your murky soul has become stronger,
Your pale numb lips won’t part again.
You feel OK – you love no longer
And I remain a one-woman man.
Well, people choose to mind their business.
What weight might we have in the world?
You feel OK – you’ve overgrown this
While I feel I have just grown old.
No one can help sort out the matter;
The night strikes a grey flag that flares.
You feel OK - you’ll get much better.
I feel so bad – But now, who cares?
I do not want to use your pity...
© Copyright: Ирина Манохина, 2009
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