Монолог скрипки Артур Грей Эсквайр пер

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              "Black flocks of butterflies
                hits his tanned shoulders
                And white fowy snakes
                Do sweep the traces … »
                (Federico Garcia Lorca)

Don't ye all bother me
When I play my iron violin
As a fatalistic solo
Only for a single listener
Under the heaven of dawn and azure -
Under this eternal dome of pristinity,
Under the lead сlouds of numbness,
Above the yellow dandelions which have been appeared.
Don't ye all bother me
When I try to grasp an iron violin
Before I can play up some short chord
With my breath being held for a while,
Gently being touched with my finger
Those cold steel strings.
So He will hear my fugue
The listener - on the other side,
Beyond the fields blooming -
Being unploughed, unsown, unknown
By us. By myself -
The most eccentric musician named Charon.
So don't ye all bother me:
Instead of notes I got the culled grains of nirvana
Which I do keep in safe more than a shepherd
Keeps his lambs as black as white
With which ones his doomsday he dreams to be meeting -
Outthere somewhere the skies do kiss them lakes:
Water named Meotide.
Do not ye all disturb me -
A violinist of my bronze notes
Voiced and lungs like the sun
When before the concert -
Before my short solo
Before the fugue of our times
I wear a dress coat -
The colors of grass and earth -
Which are still ours.