Keep Breathing translated by Oleg Barinboym
And the neighboring mice behind the wall are still beating
I am tired of living once more (or once less, afterwards?)
Tell me, is there a way to keep breathing?
Are you still nursing your guitar and all of her strings?
The thinnest one has broken, so fragile is their kind
Finishing my seventh smoke, in my hand it stings
The open smoking-room window I'm leaving behind.
I wanted to say "I am sorry" but I couldn't
The dots always mess up the big picture, you know
My heart wants to escape, even though it shouldn't
It wants to cleanse itself of all the defauts
I was a dissected vein, slowly un-bleeding
The letters back into my tired and tried heart
You are the paradox in my confined realm of being
I just want you to hold me so we never could part
The reality bites, the stupid mind gets the kick
I've got news: the roof of my head is already leaking
Life is nothing more than a candlewick
Keep breathing.
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