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Mar 28, 2011 19:49

якого-небуть сонячного осіннього дня я намалюю денних осінніх потвор

These autumn beasts crouch in a hush,
each to each,
their long golden fur radiant in the sunset.
Unmoving, like statues set in place,
set in the place

The beasts lower their heads,
laying their one white horn to earth,
and close their eyes.

When finally the sun is gone and the gloom of night draws over them,
the beasts lower their heads,
laying their one white horn to earth,
and close their eyes.

Parov Stelar - Autumn Beasts
(Quoted from "Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the
End of the World" By Haruki Murakami)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SCvE_JHZifo

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