Through the darkness, a flash
Of lightning appears, and the girl, in a hurry
To get back inside, attempts to chase an animal
Out of the yard. Giving in to the sudden rush
Of cold wind, she goes inside the lonely house and phones the Operator
To hear another voice. She imagines her family on the boat
Out on the waves, the boat
Rocking precariously, the deck illuminated by another flash
Of lightning. She listens to the dole-set tone of the Operator
And goes to the window in a hurry,
Just in time to see a shadow rush
Across the yard, and she, once again, hears the sound of the animal
Against the house. She lets the animal
Huddle against the house, because, with her family on the boat
She is lonely. Another rush
Of wind beats the house, and the lights flash
As if the electricity is about to go out, so she goes in a hurry
To the bathroom with the Operator
Still on the phone, to find a candle, and she speaks to the Operator
About the storm and the animal
Outside the house, and how she hopes her family will hurry
To the берег and get off the boat.
The lights again flash,
So she lights the candle, a rush
Of light in the dark, quiet bathroom, where only the rush
Of the storm can be heard. The Operator
Drones on soothingly as the lights flash
Off and don’t return. The girl wonders about the animal
And her family on the boat
And hopes that the storm will hurry
And pass so the creature will hurry
Back into the woods, and she can rush
To the Телевидение for reruns of Любовь Boat.
She tells this to the Operator,
Who seems disinterested in the animal
And the alarmingly bright lightning flash.
The girl tells her fears for the лодка to the Operator,
Who is in no hurry and postpones the rush
Of adrenaline tempting her to chase the animal and ignore the warning flash.
Of lightning appears, and the girl, in a hurry
To get back inside, attempts to chase an animal
Out of the yard. Giving in to the sudden rush
Of cold wind, she goes inside the lonely house and phones the Operator
To hear another voice. She imagines her family on the boat
Out on the waves, the boat
Rocking precariously, the deck illuminated by another flash
Of lightning. She listens to the dole-set tone of the Operator
And goes to the window in a hurry,
Just in time to see a shadow rush
Across the yard, and she, once again, hears the sound of the animal
Against the house. She lets the animal
Huddle against the house, because, with her family on the boat
She is lonely. Another rush
Of wind beats the house, and the lights flash
As if the electricity is about to go out, so she goes in a hurry
To the bathroom with the Operator
Still on the phone, to find a candle, and she speaks to the Operator
About the storm and the animal
Outside the house, and how she hopes her family will hurry
To the берег and get off the boat.
The lights again flash,
So she lights the candle, a rush
Of light in the dark, quiet bathroom, where only the rush
Of the storm can be heard. The Operator
Drones on soothingly as the lights flash
Off and don’t return. The girl wonders about the animal
And her family on the boat
And hopes that the storm will hurry
And pass so the creature will hurry
Back into the woods, and she can rush
To the Телевидение for reruns of Любовь Boat.
She tells this to the Operator,
Who seems disinterested in the animal
And the alarmingly bright lightning flash.
The girl tells her fears for the лодка to the Operator,
Who is in no hurry and postpones the rush
Of adrenaline tempting her to chase the animal and ignore the warning flash.
Life, he believes, is not a dream
As black as the wise men say they are.
Often a gray morning
Foreshadows a pleasant afternoon and soalhenta.
Sometimes there are dark clouds
But it is only on certain days;
If rain makes the Розы bloom
Why mourn and not smile?
Quickly, happily
The soalhentas hours of life go by
Thankfully, excitedly
Enjoy them as they go flying.
And sometimes when Death appears
And the best that Ты have gone?
And when the pain deepens
And hope it sinks won?
Oh, even then, there is hope of rebirth
Unconquerable, never die.
Happy with his golden wing
Strong enough to make us feel good
Boldly, afraid of nothing
Face the Judgement день coming.
For gloriously, victoriously
Courage can overcome despair.
As black as the wise men say they are.
Often a gray morning
Foreshadows a pleasant afternoon and soalhenta.
Sometimes there are dark clouds
But it is only on certain days;
If rain makes the Розы bloom
Why mourn and not smile?
Quickly, happily
The soalhentas hours of life go by
Thankfully, excitedly
Enjoy them as they go flying.
And sometimes when Death appears
And the best that Ты have gone?
And when the pain deepens
And hope it sinks won?
Oh, even then, there is hope of rebirth
Unconquerable, never die.
Happy with his golden wing
Strong enough to make us feel good
Boldly, afraid of nothing
Face the Judgement день coming.
For gloriously, victoriously
Courage can overcome despair.
A child huddles in a corner,
dirty and tired and alone.
He's too skinny, too tired, too pale.
But nobody notices.
His сердце breaks
as he watches the blurry-shaped people
walk past,
without glancing at him.
Screams echo off the cold walls surrounding him.
Not just his;
There's a few voices in that howl.
But they fall on deaf ears.
Hours pass. Days pass. People pass.
Still, nobody glances his way.
Darkness begins to creep in,
Bringing two Ангелы with tear stained faces and heavy wings.
Silence has brought this,
and by the time people notice
it's too late.
The three Ангелы have already left.
dirty and tired and alone.
He's too skinny, too tired, too pale.
But nobody notices.
His сердце breaks
as he watches the blurry-shaped people
walk past,
without glancing at him.
Screams echo off the cold walls surrounding him.
Not just his;
There's a few voices in that howl.
But they fall on deaf ears.
Hours pass. Days pass. People pass.
Still, nobody glances his way.
Darkness begins to creep in,
Bringing two Ангелы with tear stained faces and heavy wings.
Silence has brought this,
and by the time people notice
it's too late.
The three Ангелы have already left.