egyik osztálytársam verseit akartam elkezdeni lefordítani még a nyelvvizsgára való készülés közben, végül egyet sikerült csak, de remélem, hogy a későbbiekben többet is fogok. csak hát a lustaság durva dolog.
ha érdekelnek titeket a srác versei, akkor itt megtaláljátok őket:
Mirage/Cool Down
The Moonlight twinkles through the twilight
As you're leaving behind your footmarks,
Aflutter incomes a Cool Breeze,
Shreads the veil of the falling flakes.
The Obscurity makes one tuneless,
Into crowded rows, devoted to stillness.
On the scene, hope brings out,
its voice attains the hearts,
The fading noises are swallowed by the walls,
In deep moans are found the lost calls,
Figure grown on the rumble of gambits,
Happens on the light through honest shrift,
Desire of dreams, human shadows,
From lap of inclusions, my voice responds
For a whole new World, saluting today,
Without asking, on a bygone way,
Never taking the plurge to show me thanks,
Left in the beloved prideful dreamland,
Where the cold prayer of sorrow is counting,
Hand me your heart, you'll get my soul for it.
Forgotten stars upon the vault,
In the chest, just pressing cause,
Into the void's tempting hug,
Numbers rippled in the dusk.
Its sterm arms seducing to the dream,
Obstructing your job as an aim,
They can lead you to answer-mounds,
to interim state as their ground.
The aspects of a melody run to their ends,
On frozen scale, tinkling they tend,
From moderating clouds their originate comes,
Falling among us, in a speechless mode.
The fading noises are swallowed by the walls,
In deep moans are found the lost calls,
Figure grown on the rumble of gambits,
Happens on the light through honest shrift,
Desire of dreams, human shadows,
From lap of inclusions, my voice responds
For a whole new World, saluting today,
Without asking, on a bygone way,
Never taking the plurge to show me thanks,
Left in the beloved prideful dreamland,
Where the cold prayer of sorrow is counting,
Hand me your heart, you'll get my soul for it.
Lament digests, keeps in doubts,
As the final tread comes round.
Tears descend, the final fall,
Hearts riot, but souls just crawl.
February, 2013.
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