Elena Zaslavskaya. Translation by Max Shapiro.
An excerpt from the poem «Novorossia of Thunderstorms. Novorossia of Dreams»
You are still young,
Full of energy, have little regret.
Yet, circumstances break in;
You didn’t ask for it, neither expect!
Everything is now changing,
Your world is being wracked.
The very matrix of your living
Is shifting. It is under attack.
A day counts as a lucky one
If it had come.
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Отрывок из поэмы «Новороссия гроз. Новороссия грёз»
Ты ещё молод,
Ты ещё полон сил,
Но наступает опыт,
О котором ты не просил!
Всё меняется.
Меняется мир.
Меняется матрица,
В которой ты жил.
И день считается удачным,
Если он наступил.
Наталья Чекер says:
You are still green,
You are not desperate,
But an experience come in,
And you never asked for it.
Everything changes its face,
Changing the world around.
Even your living matrix traces —
And you are the matrix out.
And any day is a lucky one,
When it just comes and down.