Налудничавите брътвежи на дъжда
разказват сънищата на небето.
В стъклата никнат тихо и цъфтят
абстрактни, бледи, водни силуети.
Светът навън е като нямо кино -
забързани човечета вървят...
Прозорецът ми прожектира филми
и чака идването на Нощта.
А аз дори не знам какво очаквам.
Навярно нищо. Като всеки път.
Събирам с поглед падащите капки.
Очите ми от тях така блестят...
Just a boring film ...
ОтговорИзтриванеThe soft and crazy babble of the falling rain
is telling its dreams to the grayish blue sky
Some silhouettes -abstract, aqueous, pale
are growing in windows , then blossom and die ...
Outside the world is like a silent movie -
people are walking in fast-moving cadence
my window is showing some films – a bit gloomy
Waiting for Night to take its own stance ...
I do not know what to wait for and expect
Probably nothing. Just like every day
The cold falling drops in my eyes I collect
And they become crystal , and shine ..in a way ...
Just a boring film ...
ОтговорИзтриванеThe soft and crazy babble of the falling rain
is telling its dreams to the grayish blue sky
Some silhouettes -abstract, aqueous, pale
are growing in windows , then blossom and die ...
Outside the world is like a silent movie -
people are walking in fast-moving cadence
my window is showing some films – a bit gloomy
Waiting for Night to take its own stance ...
I do not know what to wait for and expect
Probably nothing. Just like every day
The cold falling drops in my eyes I collect
And they become crystal , and shine ..in a way ...