Fatigue is crawling through my bones, as the deadly snake. My game is lost - but I do not care - itís not a mistake. And spirit of mine is staying calm while any speed, No chills are felt - and I have nothing to succeed. And love doesnít squeeze my hungry throat as before - No nerves pain - they are not painful anymore. My nerves are hanging as the oldest anchorís rope, And I donít really feel approach any hope. Iím riding horse - Just push me - Iíll be gone, I will never tell ďNoĒ to anyone... And could water will not irritate my teeth, And I donít rush my life - I donít wait any kiss, My bow is thrown far with rotten blown cord - All broken arrows in fire - and no new chord And I donít fight and donít resist - Iím just intact, Iím not inspired of any facts of attack. I donít accept any exited crazy men, They jump in pool - but I donít really care of them. Iím riding horse - Just push me - Iíll be gone, I will never tell ďNoĒ to anyone... And I donít want to clarify, to make a change - No tighten knots - and no any exchange. All dull corners unknowingly will be passed - No sharp angles were expected in the past. And any memory will not case spiritís pain - Nobody persuades, no inspiration is seen again. And my clear memory doesnít need to be reboot - No expectations bother me, neither my boots. Iím riding horse - Just push me - Iíll be gone, I will never tell ďNoĒ to anyone... No pain in wounds, no any aching scars - Sterile bandages are covering them all. And you do not feel soreness at the any parts - Exposed no dreams, no thoughts, no issues overall. The sculptor will not image any my profile - No shoots for me, no hanging, and no any file - Iím resting colorless, as opened window - As a linen sheet, I am quietly flattering above. Iím riding horse - Just push me - Iíll be gone, I will never tell ďNoĒ to anyone... And philosophyís stone search Iíd to quite, As well the Root of Life - coís ginseng has been found. And I donít try, donít tremble and do not succeed, And I donít attempt to target any bound. And gravity my body overcomes - My loop is high - and new my life just comes, My heart is beating, tightening my knot - Itís time to go there - where is only ďnotĒ. Iím riding horse - Just push me - Iíll be gone, I will never tell ďNoĒ to anyone...
© Dmytro Bryushkov. Translation, 2012