Paroles et traduction Диана Арбенина - граффити

граффити

солнечным утром открыл он глаза.
был понедельник. а может суббота.
на кухне готовила завтрак жена.
он поцеловал ее нежно. оделся и ушел.

и улица весело весело в такт
его четким шагам напевала: куда ты?
и машины сновали то туда то сюда
светофоры стояли как на красной солдаты.
а он шел — за плечами оставались дома.
перекрестки его не пугали движеньем.
пешеходы ныряли как в туннель поезда.
и небо забыло о земном притяженье
с ним заодно
с ним заодно.

звонил телефон: так настойчив! так звОнок!
пыльные окна в отсутствие глаз наслаждались свободой.
газета пожелтела не дождавшись адресата.
и только женщина в доме все ждала
и ждала и ждала и ждала кого-то.

а он шел — за плечами оставались дома.
перекрестки его не пугали движеньем.
и машины сновали то туда то сюда.
и небо забыло о земном притяженье.
а он шел
он не видел
он не видел
он бросил

он спешил
он стоял
наблюдая деревья
он не знал
он не помнил
он забыл
он оставил
так откуда же эти
мысли в стиле граффити
с ним заодно
с ним заодно

graffiti

In the sunny morning he opened his eyes.
It was Monday. Or maybe Saturday.
In the kitchen his wife was preparing breakfast.
He kissed her tenderly. Dressed and left.

And the street cheerfully merrily in time
to the beat of his precise steps sang: where are you going?
And the cars were scurrying to and fro.
The traffic lights were standing like soldiers on red.
And he was walking — houses remained behind his shoulders.
Crossroads did not frighten him with their movement.
Pedestrians were diving like trains into a tunnel.
And the sky forgot about the earthly attraction
with him together
with him together.

The phone was ringing: so insistently! such a ring!
Dusty windows relished their freedom in the absence of eyes.
The newspaper yellowed, not having waited for the addressee.
And only the woman in the house was waiting
and waiting and waiting and waiting for someone.

And he was walking — houses remained behind his shoulders.
Crossroads did not frighten him with their movement.
And the cars were scurrying to and fro.
And the sky forgot about the earthly attraction.
And he was walking
he did not see
he did not see
he abandoned

he was hurrying
he was standing
watching the trees
he did not know
he did not remember
he forgot
he abandoned
so where do these
thoughts come from in the style of graffiti
with him together
with him together