Читать книгу Песнь. Song - Зиновья Душкова - Страница 11

Disturbance of my feelings, but why

I don’t understand why can’t I fly.

Where are wings mine, when wing-beat I do

And fly high above the earth. Who

Can flap together with me by its wings

And would fly to the Sun with me.

Is it the man on the earth or may be not?

He stays in the sky and sees from there? Short

Is life! Or maybe I’ll be meeting in next life

My love, and love-child born for happiness ours.

Or maybe next life there isn’t for me

And hope I let there never be

Execution. How many are the old,

I can wait for them? I think such a lot.

And never, I never say

Then will be coming the holy day,

How many times I live and see that one

Was sometimes nice, or dark, or fine.

Following what will be? Is it surprising?

What color is it, and who is painting?

I hope never there will be dark colors

For me, and other people dear ones.

I want to see the picture only of star plus!