перед ним навіть небо ввічливо спиниться,
до подібних випадків не звикле
від тих, протикав чиї спини цвях
і хто вгору кулак тепер викинув.
недостатньо колоти їх спицями,
людей, що спромоглися на виклик.
сонце міцно стискає кларнет
так, як він своїми руками
намертво впився в камінь
і незмінно штовхає вперед.
оговрнувши себе помилками,
наче запахом сигарет,
розуміє він, тільки смерть
здатна зблизити його з нами.
the myth of sisyphus
the skies will stand still before him in reverence,
not being used to the deeds of his kind,
and of those, whose back was pierced by a nail,
stabbing those, who have raised their resolute fists,
will never be enough,
for they have dared to bid defiance
the sun is tightly gripping the clarinet,
just like he has dug his fingers into the boulder,
his palms a rigor mortis, but
he is steadily pushing it up
having wrapped himself in his own mistakes,
just like cigarette smoke,
he understands, that only death
can bring him closer to us
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