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So this is a translation of my poem I wrote when I turned 18, that is 4 years ago. Before complaining: everything is written deliberately the way it is.
i'm already, i'm already eighteen
i grew, i grew up, i have lived, i have died,
i was just a tiny life,
i was just a glimmering sparkle
in the great ocean of existence
and i've learnt one lesson for sure:
respect life and humans,
respect life and humans,
respect and love its essence,
a human itself is all dreams and hopes,
and to be eighteen i have grown,
i have grown up, i have lived, i have died,
yet to die again, of death i am afraid,
of death only and nothing else,
oh! blooming life, how much i cherished you,
but you cheated on me...
life is: words, a mass of words,
the chirping of birds, a daze,
a devout delusion to amaze,
all this life is my own self,
i am everything and i am all,
the world as a whole, i'm already eighteen...
a ravishing cocroach is squinting at me,
ha ha ha- a laughter strikes into me,
this is me as well, this spectre,
rhymes are worthless at this point,
but i keep on scribbling
since i'm bored and lazy not to be so,
as i'm already eighteen
hurray! hail! cheers!
s
c
r
twisting sentences, god
a
w
l
am i sane? am i alive? what am i?
questions, questions and questions again,
but no answer, everything is
s i l e n t
it's enough! red and white, red and white
red as blood and white as i am,
i am pure, not infected
(no, i'm not drunk, i just want a little something)
something! but what! something new!
new!
new!
give me something new!
tell me something new!
not the old-fashioned love,
but something that is unknown to me,
i'm already eighteen...
or maybe...
a smoking sparrow turns to me:
'have you heard that there was
an accident on highway no.120?'
i Wonder, there is no such highway...
you don't know why i used capital 'w',do you?
well just because! 'coz imalreadyeighteen
but it doesn't matter,anyways, it's
monday...or maybe...
friday the thirteenth!
what's the secret of the bittern?
is a bush good at maths?
why is all this hustle?
'coz i'm already eighteen?
maybe i'm just five, or maybe...
it's all the same, it doesn't matter, nothing matters
i'm eighteen, i'm already eighteen,
i'm
already
eighteen
the years of imprisonment are over,
but not for me, my father's deeds,
he is not eighteen, old geezer,
-hey it's goal!-
yes, of course, where...ah i know,
i just want some fresh air,
i just want to live a little,
to live while i'm able to,
until eternal night falls on my eyes,
falls on my eyes, falls on my eyes...
my clothes are a tad bit worn out,
but i'm totally aware,
i have only one major problem:
i'm already eighteen
not more, not less, neither less, nor more,
let the sinners be executed!
oh what am i saying?
i'm an adult now, i mustn't talk such nonsense,
but adults, alas, often lack sense,
right, my kitty?
you'll forsake me too, won't you?
of course, it goes without saying, i knew...
noone loves me anyways, still,
i have become eighteen,
me only and noone else,
i was born on the seventy-sixth!
alright, just a little lie,
it's no big deal life itself is a lie as well,
you idiot! you believed?
you fool! i had faith?
stupid me! i was made to believe!
but that's no excuse!
words
are
just
coming
but soon it will be enough,
how far will i get?
i'm sinking further down,
i cannot get any deeper, i hit the ground
(let the years live!)
it's done, i'm finished,
everything is over and has come to an end,
doomsday is at hand,
peace is prevalent across the earth,
i'm all, over the universe,
and it burns in me
inextinguishably
i cry out loud
who will listen to me? i will die
leave me alone, don't make me tired anymore
how unhappy this man is...
how much anguish and bitterness in his heart...
or maybe...
i'm eighteen, and a corpse is rising from its tomb...
i grew, i grew up, i have lived, i have died,
i was just a tiny life,
i was just a glimmering sparkle
in the great ocean of existence
and i've learnt one lesson for sure:
respect life and humans,
respect life and humans,
respect and love its essence,
a human itself is all dreams and hopes,
and to be eighteen i have grown,
i have grown up, i have lived, i have died,
yet to die again, of death i am afraid,
of death only and nothing else,
oh! blooming life, how much i cherished you,
but you cheated on me...
life is: words, a mass of words,
the chirping of birds, a daze,
a devout delusion to amaze,
all this life is my own self,
i am everything and i am all,
the world as a whole, i'm already eighteen...
a ravishing cocroach is squinting at me,
ha ha ha- a laughter strikes into me,
this is me as well, this spectre,
rhymes are worthless at this point,
but i keep on scribbling
since i'm bored and lazy not to be so,
as i'm already eighteen
hurray! hail! cheers!
s
c
r
twisting sentences, god
a
w
l
am i sane? am i alive? what am i?
questions, questions and questions again,
but no answer, everything is
s i l e n t
it's enough! red and white, red and white
red as blood and white as i am,
i am pure, not infected
(no, i'm not drunk, i just want a little something)
something! but what! something new!
new!
new!
give me something new!
tell me something new!
not the old-fashioned love,
but something that is unknown to me,
i'm already eighteen...
or maybe...
a smoking sparrow turns to me:
'have you heard that there was
an accident on highway no.120?'
i Wonder, there is no such highway...
you don't know why i used capital 'w',do you?
well just because! 'coz imalreadyeighteen
but it doesn't matter,anyways, it's
monday...or maybe...
friday the thirteenth!
what's the secret of the bittern?
is a bush good at maths?
why is all this hustle?
'coz i'm already eighteen?
maybe i'm just five, or maybe...
it's all the same, it doesn't matter, nothing matters
i'm eighteen, i'm already eighteen,
i'm
already
eighteen
the years of imprisonment are over,
but not for me, my father's deeds,
he is not eighteen, old geezer,
-hey it's goal!-
yes, of course, where...ah i know,
i just want some fresh air,
i just want to live a little,
to live while i'm able to,
until eternal night falls on my eyes,
falls on my eyes, falls on my eyes...
my clothes are a tad bit worn out,
but i'm totally aware,
i have only one major problem:
i'm already eighteen
not more, not less, neither less, nor more,
let the sinners be executed!
oh what am i saying?
i'm an adult now, i mustn't talk such nonsense,
but adults, alas, often lack sense,
right, my kitty?
you'll forsake me too, won't you?
of course, it goes without saying, i knew...
noone loves me anyways, still,
i have become eighteen,
me only and noone else,
i was born on the seventy-sixth!
alright, just a little lie,
it's no big deal life itself is a lie as well,
you idiot! you believed?
you fool! i had faith?
stupid me! i was made to believe!
but that's no excuse!
words
are
just
coming
but soon it will be enough,
how far will i get?
i'm sinking further down,
i cannot get any deeper, i hit the ground
(let the years live!)
it's done, i'm finished,
everything is over and has come to an end,
doomsday is at hand,
peace is prevalent across the earth,
i'm all, over the universe,
and it burns in me
inextinguishably
i cry out loud
who will listen to me? i will die
leave me alone, don't make me tired anymore
how unhappy this man is...
how much anguish and bitterness in his heart...
or maybe...
i'm eighteen, and a corpse is rising from its tomb...
