(Художественный перевод "Немое созерцание")
You can stab me with nails,
Or crucify like Jesus.
But, I will also watch.
Look at, you tastelessly.
However, the kept telling him,
And it's amazing, they still do.
That he's no sunshine at all,
"I don't longer love you!"
To my life,
Which's like a dairy.
It spilled out,
Before me henceforth:
That forgotten, caress fairy,
Saved me, from the north.
And he sang, in defiance, like a deaf,
Cutting through insults and lies.
The voice is strong outside,
But inside there was only clef.
Yet, the nails that pierced my soul,
Turned into wings, and soared upward.
They set off in search of hope,
So quickly, as the world.
19.11.2025
Silent contemplation
© Copyright: Полина Чебану, 2025
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