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(Translation Evg.Borisova)over the top of the heart. See how all fine there, you see:
here border village of words, as above,
but also subtle, yet
last hut feelings - whether he knew you?
over the top of the heart. Only a stone
hands meet. And here
something is growing: the steep cliffs -
not knowing about the growth of singing grass.
But the knower? Ah, referring to knowledge,
he is silent now over the tops of the heart.
And wander here, in the minds of the innocent,
fearless mountain beasts, and suddenly freeze,
listening. And a huge secretive bird
draws in the sky pure denial. - Но открыта для взора
здесь, сердца над вершинами.
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Exposed on the cliffs of the heart. See how small there
see: the last village of words and, later,
but how tiny, one last farmhouse of feeling
. Do you recognize it?
Exposed on the cliffs of the heart. Stoneground
under the hands. And this is in bloom
to some, from an ignorant dumb crash
herb flowers, singing.
But who knows? Oh, he began to know
and is quiet now, exposed on the cliffs of the heart.
There goes well, heal consciousness,
much about, many Faces, mountain animal,
replaced and bored. And the great bird born
revolves around the peak pure denial. - But
unborn, here on the cliffs of the heart ...
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