Читать книгу Polyhedron. HALF-WHISPER: The translation of poetic texts generates unexpected, and sometimes monstrous, meanings… - Сергей Москаленко - Страница 7

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The Time of farewells. On clocks – The Apple Savior.

At a fragrant flies through the sky.

We remember fights and we forgive each other.

Young maidens, raptures, – no longer about us.

Drink water, shut up open gates,

And smile at the rest – they say, do not miss it!

Somewhere far away voices. – There’s noisy gulls

Wait for departure and they urge: “Go ahead!”

The money threw on ground, and everything that he saved up…

The sun is poured in arena as in a stone cup.

Someone else will drink this drunken sanctity —

Time in road. On clocks – The Apple Savior.