Alexander Bashlachev - Посошок Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
A Glass for the Road
Oh, pour a glass for the road and saw up my sack:
A stich on each line and two seams on each word.
And let the wet blizzard wind the thin thread
And knit the hemp yarn making lace.
Read the last rites for the mute, and I'll read them for myself.
Don't have mercy on me, take me down with a blow of a spear.
But look, an ice-hole has broken up on my chest,
A boat has scratched the edges and struggles in the wound.
And the scarlet spring started singing, seething, simmering,
The boat whirled in the cheerful stream.
And I rubbed more salt in, topped it off with a glass of vodka,
Stirred it all and swam in infernal underwear.
So pour a glass for the road and fasten my belt,
[Put] an oar in the wheel to God, the Son and the Spirit.
And let the wet blizzard make a soft bed
And the earth stick my face all over with dirty down.
The coppice along the river is tied up into garlands.
Try wagging your tongue, they'll tear it off together with your head.
The lights will glisten at the last outpost
And the watchman will bar the way with a bayonet.
Give me absolution! I don't remember the prayers,
But if you want, I'll pray with poems.
But explain me, do I love because it hurts
Or does it hurt because I love?
No rein, no saddle, everyone's finished off, everything's burnt to ashes.
But she somehow got the horse ready, and here - it went at a trot.
It doesn't matter that she hasn't found the right man yet,
A lonely woman is always pregnant.
And our truth is simple, but the cross
Made of stray faith in 'save and protect' won't suffice for it,
For the icons in Rus are only good for carrying out.
That's the last sanction. Mow down and bury.
So come on, man, let me in, don't be stupid -
But wait, I think I know you!
The watchman of all times will smile: 'Look!' -
And raise my eyelids with a hot bayonet.
So saw up my sack and pour a glass for the road:
A swallow for each line and two for each word.
And let the wet blizzard shape the white silk,
Wind the thin thread and knit lace.
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22.10.2024
Speak to Him
You're a friend and I know it,
I trust you and therefore
if I ask you a favor,
you shouldn't say no,
you mustn't say no to me.
Then speak to him,
you who know everything about me.
Tell him that yesterday
I went out with you.
Speak to him,
you know what I did.
Please tell him
that I never lied to him.
Yes, I know you're sorry,
but it's your fault that he
this evening
didn't show up with me
and you already understood why.
And so speak to him,
make peace between us
and don't tell me,
don't tell me that you can't.
Oh, speak to him,
you know what I did.
Please tell him
that I never lied to him.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, speak to him,
you who know everything about me.
Tell him that yesterday
I went out with you.
Speak to him,
you know what I did.
Please tell him
that I never lied to him!
22.10.2024
Tonight You'll Hear a Song
Tonight you'll hear a song,
a song you already know.
The woman you no longer love will sing it,
the woman who will leave you but who won't cry.
A song that will tell you about me,
that will stay with you throughout your life,
a song be will leave a mark in your heart
that will never be erased.
Tonight I'll relive for the last time
these moments that I'll no longer find
but when I disappear and only you are found,
you'll cry because you'll remember.
A song that will tell you about me,
that will be with you throughout your life,
a song that will leave a mark in your heart
that will never be erased.
A song that will tell you about me,
that will be with you throughout your life,
a song that will leave a mark in your heart
that will never be erased.
22.10.2024
A Reflection in the Water
It was
a moonlit evening,
under the bridge the river slept
and a woman sang.
Clear,
the water slipped away
and the image of your smile
the river mirrored.
A reflection in the water,
a reflection in the water,
a reflection in the water,
the current passed
but nothing remained,
but I inside my mind
still see you.
It was
a moonlit evening,
your voice spoke
and the river silently listened.
And it was,
almost a year has passed
but every evening I return to look
into the river to dream.
A reflection in the water,
a reflection in the water,
the current passed
but nothing has changed,
the water slowly stops,
I still see you.
A reflection in the water,
a reflection in the water,
the current passed
but nothing has changed,
the water slowly stops,
I still see you.
22.10.2024
A Family
Evening will come,
you'll return home
and without a word, you'll sit at the table
in your place as always.
Then when you have finished,
you'll tell us kids:
leave me alone and glue your eyes
for an hour on the newspaper.
But read inside the eyes
of mom what is there.
Notice that she wants
to talk a bit with you.
You cannot call life
this life you give her
if you have nothing left
to share with her.
I know that you are not wicked,
that deep down you love her.
Don't make her pay for the usual bitterness that
life gives you.
You think about your hopes
of a long time ago
starting when you wanted
to become who knows who.
But look that you are
someone at least among us,
you're not mistaken,
life is precisely this here.
When you come home,
bring a smile with you,
then we'll talk together, that way we'll become
at last a family,
a true family,
a true family.