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Переклади та адаптаціїHatred (Ненависть)Bon jour, my gentle friends: both men and ladiesTonight I am confessing to you my love unfading My love is growing like a baobab Look out also for – a crab, dab. Fab! 9 While catching faintest echo of a brass band I dial double zero thirty three with trembling hand Nowhere to go, no one to love, no one to make love to Perhaps, Sophie Morceau will know what I’m to do? What’s that? The girl in question is out of reach? I could not care less, life’s been for ever bitch Sex makes no sense, I am without a slightest dream Hatred is starting to the south of my neck, it seems. My hatred’s shooting up like a bamboo All of us are trees (it’s true) II Push chainsaw away from us We could link up our roots for making love Let crazy mama leave her hut for once What takes a mare to a tree? Her thoughts of loneliness I, tree, am asking you: mother, will you tell me your name And you are answering that your loving is different Watching over me, daily watering me And I love, live on it 6 But this water is not what it seems It feels like viperous spit Oh, what is wrong with me? I’m slowly dying My hatred is shooting up like a bamboo The tree is dying, leaving the world behind The forest is no more And you are left alone III Take another subject – owning a white yacht I want one, too – my chest in jealousy rots On the deck one, two or better still – three models Oh what a lovely boat – full of delight they twaddle I feel nothing but envy for people on the screen Yes, mother, it’s unkind but in the morning I’ll be keen To work harder, to live happy, mainly - to earn more cash You reckon? To me it looks like a great reason to get smashed I haven’t got a boat. Does that make me a minger? Or – a singer, ringer, swinger? Nothing is real. Everything’s instead. Except my hatred. Let me press – HATE RED переклад Катерини Хінкулової |
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