In my last dream I met myself
It was a strangest of impressions
It’s not an image as you think
One used to see as a reflection
He was away but same time close
So I was feeling kind of pressure
I asked him — hey, you must be me
He didn’t want to make confessions
He turned his head and then escaped
Instead a mirror I was facing
Told me — look, and there I saw
Not me but total stranger….
Глюк…
Блеск…
)) Просто чудесно!)))
А было бы по-русски…
Никогда еще не читал вольное переложение «Черного человека» Есенина на английский.))))))))))
Рифмы нет, ошибок куча. Почему бы не писать по-русски?
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