Поэзия. Избранное

Симуляция

Ты можешь купить диплом, но не станешь умнее тоже.

Ты можешь закрасить морщины, но не станешь моложе.

Ты можешь листать трактаты - не станешь умней отчасти.

Ты можешь поесть все яства, не зная и кванта счастья.

Ты можешь заискивать рьяно, но ты не войдёшь без стука,

Ты можешь отслужить в армии, не обретя силы духа,

Ты можешь глотать витамины - не станут здоровыми гланды.

Ты можешь поверить в истину, но не узнаешь правды.

Cruel Games

All people play a one-rule game -

My money'll make me vast!

All people play but wait a day

Their struggle turning past.

They burn their labor, buying toys

For quickly pouring joy,

They mock on men believing scores

Will muffle hungry moans...

You always may stop cruel games

To live not making moans.

Бытиец

Ты положился на Эдá*,

Собравшись в степь иль в города,

Среди умов, среди зверья

Ты сделай всё для бытия.

Ты брось гордыню, скорбь и страсть,

Будь торжество или напасть,

Избавь людей от части бед,

Живущий счастья инструмент!

Спаси людей из-под кнута

И от бандитского ножа,

Микрокредита кабалы

И от жестокости толпы.

Ни лоск компаний-пирамид,

Ни кайф тебя не соблазнит,

Все их сокровища тщетны -

Богаче всех на свете ты,

Бытиец, друг земной природы,

Пример испуганным народам,

Пред чином, славой непреклонен,

И смерть твой вклад не остановит.

Ты положился на Эда,

Собравшись в степь иль в города,

Среди умов, среди зверья

Ты сделай всё для бытия.

*Практически непереводимое имя "Эдá" можно перевести как "Всевысшее" с древнегреческого или "Монокосм" на одном из языков Западного Тибета. Нет, я не верю в сверхъестественное, но образ совершенного существа полезен нам всем.

Hannibal Barca

Verse 1:

The vampire skilled in judo, whose conscience has been locked,

Invaded to a steppe land and made all people shocked;

If he'd visited one lesson instead of martial art,

He'd have known the doom of the son of Hamilcar.

Chorus:

Oh, Hannibal of Carthage, the wit bloodlust warlord,

Was one hundred times more skillful than his spiritual son;

But a won war(!) needs a peace better(!) than before;

Hannibal forgot: only those wars(!) are named won!

Verse 2:

Rich, stubborn Hannibal convinced that his conquest

Will destroy the state of Rome and will terrify the rest.

All the lords agreed but Hanno told: "it's vile"

To be mocked and blamed for unpatriotic lie.

Chorus:

Oh, Hannibal of Carthage, the wit bloodlust warlord,

Was one hundred times more skillful than his spiritual son;

But a won war(!) needs a peace better(!) than before;

Hannibal forgot: only those wars(!) are named won!

Verse 3:

Hannibal had elephants, brave warriors and fleet;

He won the most of battles but couldn't do the feat:

"Compatriots and Romans lose temper day by day!

Both countries hate invaders: our army has to fail!"

Chorus:

Oh, Hannibal of Carthage, the wit bloodlust warlord,

Was one hundred times more skillful than his spiritual son;

But a won war(!) needs a peace better(!) than before;

Hannibal forgot: only those wars(!) are named won!

Verse 4:

So, Carthage was defeated, and Hannibal was dead.

Poor Hanno vainly asked some mercy for his land.

The city was half-ruined, its soil got Roman salt:

Cruel Carthage thus infected with cruelty whole Rome.

Chorus:

Oh, Hannibal of Carthage, and P****! Both warlords

Lost their wars on the days they turned their bloodsheds on,

For a won war(!) needs a peace better(!) than before;

So, people don't need any war! Doesn't matter lost or won!

Поклон

С утра - поклон, в ночи - поклон,

Малым поклон, седым поклон,

Узри диплом - отвесь поклон,

За редкий труд - земной поклон!

Left or Right, More or Less

The question of

Preferability

Still holds us from

The unity:

Awards and punishments

To choose

And all commandments

To confuse.

I have the cure:

The ways you have

From cleaning shoes

To spouse to stay

And flag to fight

For weigh-scales, yes,

Think: where is progress,

More or less?

Left or right, more or less -

Count to avoid some suffering and stress.

Left or right, more or less -

A little calculation shall lead you to success!

For getting education -

More or less,

For socialization -

No or yes,

Your hobbies' kind and measure -

More or less,

Fair judging brings one pleasure -

Be brave, confess.

Now you don't have stress issues

To abuse,

There's no cake or princess

To seduce,

There's no hero or wonder

To amuse.

Rely on science and being -

Never lose!

All entertainments

Have been bad taste!

Inspire inhaling

More or less...

Left or right, more or less -

Count to avoid some suffering and stress.

Left or right, more or less -

A little calculation shall lead you to success!

Now you stand strong - it's more,

And your folk is happy - it's yes,

But some other eartheners know woe,

For they're jealous, greedy - it's less.

You have grown numerous like clouds,

Take the rule, make Eden and Adn,

No money, flags, wars and countries

Among people, who sow and yarn

And prefer peace and knowledge to arrogance

And united by question: what's more and less?

Left or right, more or less -

Count to avoid some suffering and stress.

Left or right, more or less -

A little calculation shall lead to success!

All problems have two answers, yes!