Translation of my own verse http://stihi.ru/2011/01/05/7698
To Valery Kuleshov
Musician I am not. I'm no enamored poet.
I'll never lose my sleep; I'll never learn to fly.
Red means to stop - I do; green means to go - I know it.
To guard me from the sun, good sunscreen I apply.
Umbrella by my side, I read the weather warning.
I steer my life ahead with confidence in sight.
And, quite like everyone, I go to work each morning;
And, quite like everyone, I go back home each night.
I follow my routine, each ordinary measure.
(And even this short verse is sure to push no bounds!)
Musician I am not. But, God, what pain, what pleasure
It is to cry and love each time your music sounds...
Not a Musician
© Copyright: Евгения Саркисьянц, 2012
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