Илона Маркарова - Медея. Песня XII
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What are your comfort to me?
I saw my children.
Their blue palms,
Dead eyes.
Who can withstand it?
What are the consolations?
My heart pulled my heart.
I know my destiny -
The trial is here, a curse at home,
Where my name became a symbol of betrayal.
I abandoned myself
For the sake of
What people call passion
Love, and for what they are executed later.
They prefer the truth in the form of money,
Other people's feelings
They are brought into a frenzy,
And happiness makes animals.
And here, in Hellas,
I am guilty of thousands of vices!
After all, someone is always guilty
stranger.
Why do you need to pay attention
To your own beast?
On cowardice before
Those in power?
To shame,
What do you consider patriotism,
On your greed, hypocrisy, vice,
What do you call love
Now I know the price of Corinth's virtue:
- Crown, gold and power!
You call me a stranger
But strangers - you!
After all, for me
All your values are sand,
Sizifov Labor!
No wonder he founded your city
And liken you to his fate!
After all, Greece is known for sages,
That virtues are singing
And themselves
Live like pigs at the trough,
Presenting Corinth's court.
And I,
Which believed love
Now
In the eyes of the crowd and your sages -
Killer
Own children
I am a poisoner
Witch!
All only because
That their crimes
It is easier for you to attribute to
Who does not look like you
Neither a look nor actions.
You need me then
To show the mobs a lesson
And at the same time
To fool her!
Covering their vices
Love for the homeland and hypocrisy.
When helping Yason,
I put it with a potion
Monster,
Which he could not overcome -
It was a sorceress for you,
Now - the sorceress!
And your law
Charges me
But the accused are you!
Jason! .. My love! .. How difficult ...
I will tear out my heart, throw the dogs!
You were so kind with me
But Greeks kindness,
It ends when
They achieved their own
And power looms before them.
But this is all human power!
Illusion, laughing stock and farce,
My court is not a guessing tyrant
And not ridicule of low ink,
Not in Greece, and not even in Colchis!
Who will the Greeks deceive?
Spectators?
But you are similar!
Moscow, Corinth,
Athens and Colchis
Everywhere the same thing -
Screen,
What is called law!
I call Helios!
Sun -
Turn the flame, burn to the ground!
Let the temples burn in red flowers;
In them, the virtue is considered Kholuy
And before the idols of the oath.
Let the flame cry this city,
How my soul burned me
The betrayal of Jason.
At the Greeks
Love
In conjunction with wealth
It turns into a product.
And they can trade in Corinth!
I was convinced of this.
Here, the earthly power is choked with land,
Here is a place
All of us are destined.
What am I comforting?
Now whoever survives is comforted!
Here is a reward for me!
Know,
What will you meet soon Haron
And you will swim there
Where is there no return.
My reward
For your love, Jason,
Corinth will shine all
Many lights
And the whole is embraced by a fire.
And the gods will help me
Your pride, Greeks,
Turn
In animal fear.
Let the children die on the fire!
And women in burning temples
Shout from television screens!
Jason, what can you say to Helios?
Continue praise about exploits
Hellas, Argonauts, throne ...
But your exploits -
Robbery and robberies
Violence, self -interest and theft!
You measure a holey crown
And I have to leave the city.
Well! I learned! My love
Stronger yours, Jason. Stronger!
She is free from
That you call hypocritical words
Law, order, justice, morality.
Behind them is hiding one deception.
I threw my father and mother,
Green hills of Colchis,
Everything that is dear to me to tears
For love,
Which is the words?
Now the words are forgotten!
Around the fire. I am nothing