автор: stir

Превод:

Such a mountain is not for everybody.
It is wiser than me, yet greener.
I stretch, and I become a path -
for the less ignorant than me to walk.

Such a mountain is not about yesterday -
me to offend her with youthful dates.
I had to find myself first;
then lose myself in her beauty.

Such a mountain is not for later.
Someone else will live her then.
Now it`s me. I touch her with a gaze;
I do not diminish, I grow before her.

And I grow so large already -
with this gaze I step you over.

In the lowlands in a way I could forgive you.
Now it`s mountain. And there is no way.

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