Yes, I'll die! Will it matter?
I am ready to use my gun!
I will then only need a coffin,
With some luck a half decent one.
Does it really have to be decent?
Better make it snappy, be gone!
Any sign of me will be trampled
By the boots of some other bum.
I know nothing will change for the better,
As our universe could not care less
And the sun will keep shining brightly,
High above this world's filthy mess.
Да, умру я!
И что ж такого?
Хоть сейчас из нагана в лоб!
Может быть,
гробовщик толковый
смастерит мне хороший гроб..
А на что мне хороший гроб-то?
Зарывайте меня хоть как!
Жалкий след мой
будет затоптан
башмаками других бродяг.
И останется всё,
как было —
на Земле,
не для всех родной...
Будет так же
светить Светило
на заплёванный шар земной!..
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«Midnight dark came, no words to describe / Only the river from the moon shines / And behind the river an unknown tribe, / Lighting the fires, roaring smiles. Tomorrow we’ll all meet and learn / Who will be the master of places these all / The tribe’s men believe in a black stone’s h...»
«Midnight descends, darkness everywhere, / Only the river glitters from the moon / Beyond the river an unknown tribe somewhere / Is lighting fires and making angry sounds. We’ll meet tomorrow and determine then / Who is the master over all this land, / They’re aided by the wearing of b...»
«Midnight descended, impenetrable darkness, / Only the river glistens from the moon, / And across the river, an unknown tribe, / Lighting its fires, makes noise. Tomorrow we shall meet and find out / Who is to become the ruler of these parts; / They are helped by a black stone, / We — ...»