It was Haydn kind of night
Mood for twilight change
Autumn yellow distance crawls
At the very end of summer scentless
I feel instinctively defensive
You happened to come here
At a time I happen to be leaving
Every way to turn myself
into opposites of lies
and dreams
and purple shadows…
is just a heavy fog of words
Wakes me up and clouds begin to cry
Early Sunday ripened
Seeking measurement of peace
I pictured the tree in front of my window
The falling leaves are stopped for a moment
Before the dust turns to chaotic duration
It's seems like sky is taller than life
And feather is more than a "fly"
But there's no sky over my home
While I'm not
Daylight's mote in your eye
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* áúëãàðñêè âàðèàíò
Íåçàâèñèìà
Êîãàòî â ïîëóìðàêà ñè íàõëó ïðîìÿíàòà
Íîùòà ïðåêèïÿâàøå â çâóöè íà Õàéäí
Åñåííîæúëòà äàëå÷èíà ïðîïúëçÿâàøå
Ïî ñàìèòå êðàèùà íà ëåòíè áåçóõàíèÿ
Ñëó÷è ñå äà áúäåø
Èç âðåìå â êîåòî àç íå ñå ñëó÷âàõ
Âñåêè íà÷èí äà ñå îòêúñíà
Îò ëúæèòå íà ëèëàâè ñúíèùà
Áå ïðîñòî ìúãëà îò ñåíêè è äóìè
Êîÿòî ìå áóäåøå â ðàçïëàêàíà îáëà÷íîñò
Óçðÿ íàé- ðàííà Íåäåëÿòà
Çàòúðñèëà èçìåðåíèÿ íà ïîêîé
Ñíèìàõ äúðâî ïðåä ïðîçîðåö
Ñïðÿõà ëèñòàòà çà ìèã íàñðåä ïîëåòà
Ïðåäè ïðúñòòà äà ðàçïèëåå õàîòè÷íàòà ñè âðåìåòðàéíîñò
Èçãëåæäàøå ñÿêàø íåáåòî íàäñëàãâà æèâîòà
È â ïåðî èìàøå ïîâå÷å îò „ëåòÿ"
Íî íÿìà íåáå íàä ìîÿòà êúùà
Äîêàòî íå ñúì
Ïåòúíöå îò äåí âúâ îêîòî òè
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* Òåêñòúò å ïèñàí ïúðâî íà àíãëèéñêè. Ñ àáñîëþòíî íèêàêâè ïðåòåíöèè äà áúäå ïîåçèÿ. Ïðîñòî ïîðåäåí îïèò êúì ðàçíîîáðàçèå :)