Сопротивление Нелюбви - Башаков Михаил / trans.

[ayalas]

In all of my resistance of unlove,
With flapping hands and flapping eyelids after
In all of my resistance of unlove,
With tears and with amazement and with laughter-
A Bacchus-song's articulated boasting,
A vis-a-vis that never blinked above
A purposeful, a full-glass-only toasting
In all of my resistance of unlove

And silence. And the plucking tunes,
In bouts of sloth and shallow impersistence,
A count of short months and of endless moons,
A count - that is in all of my resistance;
The race from her who's in my footsteps spinning,
With "Live for now" her condescending shove,
I wait, and my prognosis is of winning,
In all of my resistance of unlove

And every day, just like a card from patience,
I draw, predict, obey whatever's calling,
And into this sweet gift of my existence
Head over heels, again, again I'm falling

This is all my - all my resistance of unlove
This is all mine - all my restistance of unlove