Тоненький лучик тепла англ. версия

It’s dark in the city and nobody cares
Non-interference belongs to good manners
With people not looking but casting straight spears of ice.
Souls are cooled by the North wind and empted
Links disconnected, kids unattended
Wild beasts are howling in the atmosphere of vice.

Nervous tremor in every action
As though all the people are under tough tension
Among sparks of cold light of neon and sharp drops of glass
But from time to time a thin beam of humanity
Is passing through clouds, is passing through vanity
To touch with its shimmering soft light… to touch one of us


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Thin beam of humanity
Is on the skin like a fancy tattoo
Thin beam of humanity,
If you can hear me, oh, please touch me too


Nobody can say a word of its origin
Nobody can understand why it touch the skin,
Why people start changing and slowing down with a smile
As if mesmerized with a secret dimension
They stand ‘bit aside looking at constellations
So strongly contrasting with those in the crowd running by

Later they told us about white mustangs,
they rode to a world free from usual dullness
painted brightly in different colors of life.
There nothing else matters than love to each other
And there’s nothing better than to cherish the lover
And they never wanted to wake up by saying “good buy”


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Thin beam of humanity
Is on the skin like a fancy tattoo
Thin beam of humanity,
If you can hear me, oh, please touch me too

They couldn’t survive in that cold and big city –
They fell short to follow the previous rhythm
Got frozen and died with that smile on the face, anyway
But spots of the ground where souls flew upwards
They saw melting snows and blossoming flowers
As signs of the spring which is coming but slightly delayed

Ref
Thin beam of humanity
Is on the skin like a fancy tattoo
Thin beam of humanity,
If you can hear me, oh, please touch me too

I want to have picturesque dreams
‘bout the eve of the spring

(русский вариант здесь - http://www.stihi.ru/2013/03/13/7951)