Barbie leaves Ken
Перевод стихотворения русской поэтессы Ирины Савиновой "Барби уходит от Кена"
http://www.stihi.ru/2011/01/29/7255
For a long time he does not haste,
He does not hurry from his job,
For a long time lost interest
To her, relations grown cold.
Long time ago there was love,
But now – only false and lie,
When he come home – she does not smile,
And both of them are sombre at night.
He warms his dinner, pour some tea,
Then – paper, sofa and TV,
And heavy thoughts almost until
At dawn the first sun rays are seen.
She feels the same, as if she was
In own cocoon deep submerged,
And there is no sense of shock,
As if it was electric shock.
By accident he touchs her hand,
She feels embarrassing and bad,
The sense is that the wedding ring
Became for her an irksome thing.
With cigarette mixed coffee dope,
Computer, Internet till dawn,
Her soul listen to contrabass,
But not to violin sweet sounds.
This is the semblance of marriage,
They are not spouse, but only snails,
They send each other SMS,
But their intercourse is hard.
They can not crawl from their shells,
Each other they know so well,
Still are a spouse, long time no love,
This neighbors linked only livestyle.
The open question of divorce,
Unpleasant life for both of them,
They know one another well,
And can each other understand.
A spoon of sympathy is In
A large vat of lie, strife, conflicts,
A black cat running between them,
Misunderstanding grows up.
Long time no feelings, no love,
They need to leave, they need to part,
The stamp, the rings - are not barriers,
It seems that all has been decided,
As if they need to put the point…
Forgotten something there was!
Their little daughter them still joins,
The only barrier to divorce.
Nobody sings a lullaby,
And at night, kiss separately,
At home – dreary and sad,
The daughter early matured.
Her childhood ended so early,
Her heart is beating so disturbing,
As if it is a bird injured,
And childish happiness is gone.
But how to tell them about this problem,
About her wounded heart, childhood rotten,
She nothing can, only look with reproach,
“Divorce” – is a word sounded as a verdict.
A surface of wedding rings - patina layer,
From this time with a taste of sorrow her childhood,
Will have other family’s mother and father,
But this variant is her only not suited.
She is so lonely in the universe,
And Barby is leaving forever her Ken.
http://www.stihi.ru/2011/01/29/7255
For a long time he does not haste,
He does not hurry from his job,
For a long time lost interest
To her, relations grown cold.
Long time ago there was love,
But now – only false and lie,
When he come home – she does not smile,
And both of them are sombre at night.
He warms his dinner, pour some tea,
Then – paper, sofa and TV,
And heavy thoughts almost until
At dawn the first sun rays are seen.
She feels the same, as if she was
In own cocoon deep submerged,
And there is no sense of shock,
As if it was electric shock.
By accident he touchs her hand,
She feels embarrassing and bad,
The sense is that the wedding ring
Became for her an irksome thing.
With cigarette mixed coffee dope,
Computer, Internet till dawn,
Her soul listen to contrabass,
But not to violin sweet sounds.
This is the semblance of marriage,
They are not spouse, but only snails,
They send each other SMS,
But their intercourse is hard.
They can not crawl from their shells,
Each other they know so well,
Still are a spouse, long time no love,
This neighbors linked only livestyle.
The open question of divorce,
Unpleasant life for both of them,
They know one another well,
And can each other understand.
A spoon of sympathy is In
A large vat of lie, strife, conflicts,
A black cat running between them,
Misunderstanding grows up.
Long time no feelings, no love,
They need to leave, they need to part,
The stamp, the rings - are not barriers,
It seems that all has been decided,
As if they need to put the point…
Forgotten something there was!
Their little daughter them still joins,
The only barrier to divorce.
Nobody sings a lullaby,
And at night, kiss separately,
At home – dreary and sad,
The daughter early matured.
Her childhood ended so early,
Her heart is beating so disturbing,
As if it is a bird injured,
And childish happiness is gone.
But how to tell them about this problem,
About her wounded heart, childhood rotten,
She nothing can, only look with reproach,
“Divorce” – is a word sounded as a verdict.
A surface of wedding rings - patina layer,
From this time with a taste of sorrow her childhood,
Will have other family’s mother and father,
But this variant is her only not suited.
She is so lonely in the universe,
And Barby is leaving forever her Ken.
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