Рудольф Страусов - ЛЕТО
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It’s March again, the rooftops again;
The sky swallows its pills.
The damp asphalt barely breathes;
I wander on like a marionette.

Along the roads and intersections,
With traffic lights looming above me—
I live as if in a bad joke,
And grind away on the subway.

This summer—
Following a stencil—
Will trace my outline.
Hidden waters...
At night the sky fell silent,
The streetlights began to tremble.
We will remember this summer,
From dawn till dusk.

I smoke by the crosswalk
As spring rolls past me.
In these streets,
Freedom has never existed.

The train platform smells of smoke;
The moon warms itself in the sky.
And it falls silent about something vital—
This talkative land.

This summer—
Following a stencil—
Will trace my outline.
Hidden waters...

At night the sky fell silent,
The streetlights began to tremble.
We will remember this summer,
From dawn till dusk.

I fly up to the sky, toward the sun.
Hidden waters...
I will become a bird—you’ll see—
And you will never forget.

I fly up to the sky, toward the sun.
Hidden waters...
I will become a bird—you’ll see—
And you will never forget.

Flying to the sky...