Paroles et traduction Elán - Epilog

Epilog

Zomrela pravda. A poézia s tvárou v závoji.
Aj v najlacnejšom slove veje čierny flór.
Predbiehajú sa ako divé: ktoré skôr
údesnú ranu sveta zahojí?

Ono sa ľahko povie: Ži!
No slovo ozaj málo zaváži.
Ba takmer nič. Len povedz: Ži a ver!
Noc, jednoznačná ako revolver.
A celá pravda v jednom náboji.

Už obzerá ťa mlčanlivá tma,
Cynickým okom luny si ťa skúma,
Okrúhlym ako Judášova suma;
Ešte je nemá, ale už ťa má.

Bozk ohňa s papierom
Dôstojný somrák
Do ringu uterák
Stotisíc Atlantíd
Trinástych komnát

Môžte sa spoľahnút′. No správy z pekla... V púšti so utopí...
V púšti so utopí... Brúsenie tupých...

Epilogue

Truth has died. And poetry with her face veiled.
Even in the cheapest word a black veil waves.
They outdo each other like savages: which will sooner
heal the terrible wound of the world?

It is easy to say: Live!
But a word weighs very little.
Almost nothing. Just say: Live and believe!
Night, unambiguous as a revolver.
And the whole truth in one cartridge.

Silent darkness is already eyeing you,
With the cynical eye of the moon, it examines you,
Round like Judas' purse;
It is still mute, but it already has you.

Fire's kiss with paper
Dignified beggar
A towel into the ring
A hundred thousand Atlantises
Thirteenth chambers

You can rely on it. But news from hell... In the desert with utopia...
In the desert with utopia... Sharpening the dull...