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Bulat Okudzhava
(Translated by Alec Vagapov)
I’ve sung all my songs.
I’m out.
So don’t talk about it now.
Though, maybe, a line, or a sound,
has been left out somehow.
The wheels spin above and around it,
and though it can’t swing at one dash,
naive and quite simple-minded,
it’s eager to dazzle and flash.
There’s still room for hope, oh my dear,
spread out your nice little sails,
you’ are like a shell much too sheer
to sail through the city waves.
Wherever the waves cast you out
don’t call anybody for aid;
there’s no need to give an account,
keep sailing, do not be afraid.
You’ll be like the instant picture
of silver midnight and yard,
a boy with guitar as a feature
of neighbourhood
in Arbat.
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Camera: Canon Prima Zoom 80u Date (AiAF) [zoom 38-80mm] (№8405914)
Film: Svema KN-5D (release date: Jan 1991), cinema film negative B/W
Photo taken: 15/07/2020
dev and scan @luch.lab |