What if…

/Exams are approaching, guys. No time for writing relatively big texts for the next couple of weeks. Still, something will be published every Friday. I’ve already published my translation of an English song into Russian, so here’s the reverse. A song by a band called  «Пикник» (Picnic). The original title of the song is quite lengthy, so I shortened it. You can listen to the song itself here/

Say, what if I have chosen not to be?

What can you say?

My heart without me

Beats by itself.

My strings are going mute one by one

Light dies abruptly once and for all

Still, maybe I am wrong…

 

Say, what if I have chosen not to be?

No, hold your tongue.

My blood like hot creek through the cold stones

Runs on its own.

My strings are going mute one by one

Light dies abruptly once and for all

Still, maybe I am wrong…

 

You are touched by sun-strokes and frostbites

Stand still, pass by

Your hand is steady as you leaf through

The book of life.

Strings will be going mute one by one

Then light will die off once and for all

Still, maybe I am wrong…

 

 

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