Татьяна Винокурова - Поле подсолнухов
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Leaving potholes between the wheels,
Life rushes on among the universal stars,
Saving on clothes and food,
You cling to warmth
Like a swallow to a platform,
Magnetized to a warm corner
Like Anapa to a refrigerator,
Serving
Daily
In the evening at the table
A confession of cosmic scale.
And if only we, if only we could
Emerge from the twilight of our own mistakes,
We would immediately see in the distance
A field of sunflowers, a field of sunflowers.
And if only we, if only we could
Listen to the music of glances and rustling sounds,
We would go out and see in the distance
A field of sunflowers, a field of sunflowers.

Everything that lives within you sings,
The warm, intoxicating body of summer,
And the neighbor knocking on the pipe,
And the beautiful exhale of a barren flower,
Exhale, inhale, a living dotted pulse,
It will become a word above the earth's axis,
He is bright
Who whistles
A little song to himself
And stands in the ranks of polyphony.
And if only we, if only we could
Emerge from the twilight of our own mistakes,
We would immediately see in the distance
A field of sunflowers, a field of sunflowers.
And if only we, if only we could
Listen to the music of glances and rustling sounds,
We would go out and see in the distance
A field of sunflowers, a field of sunflowers.