Just dust, just time, just holes are in my pockets
Данный стих является переводом на английский произведения "В моих карманах дыры, пыль и время...", автора Атлантик
http://www.stihi.ru/2014/02/05/2465
Just dust,just time, just holes are in my pockets
But I regret of nothing but the thing,
That I grew old, but never was musician.
No music came from my lively dream.
My body was not shaken by the bass.
The sound vibe didn`t run through skin.
Nor did my voice was trembling, grasping air
By fervent wax, taking burning sip.
My dreams like notes without tunes and sounds,
Just midnight whisper of the rustle leaves,
The line of poems made of silent dots,
The hidden verbal chains and creeks...
But things will change and life will spill the music,
Leaving drop of dream inside the heart.
It`s so important for you to know all that
To turn one day to the music art.
http://www.stihi.ru/2014/02/05/2465
Just dust,just time, just holes are in my pockets
But I regret of nothing but the thing,
That I grew old, but never was musician.
No music came from my lively dream.
My body was not shaken by the bass.
The sound vibe didn`t run through skin.
Nor did my voice was trembling, grasping air
By fervent wax, taking burning sip.
My dreams like notes without tunes and sounds,
Just midnight whisper of the rustle leaves,
The line of poems made of silent dots,
The hidden verbal chains and creeks...
But things will change and life will spill the music,
Leaving drop of dream inside the heart.
It`s so important for you to know all that
To turn one day to the music art.
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