18 декември 2007

Рудаки



Да, пръснати сме като дребни птици,
смъртта е гарван, ние сме мушици.
Увяхва всичко на земята и цъфти,
смъртта е колело, а ние – спици.


Пред мъката – постлан килим сме ние;
в гърдите с плам, в очите с дим сме ние;
запрегнати в ярема на съдба жестока,
в море от гняв неугасим сме ние.


Овце сме ние, а светът прилича на кошара,
към нейната врата смъртта ни кара.


Без обич – обич искаш ти самата.
И търсиш истината, а си ти – лъжата.

09 декември 2007

The Beatles: Strawberry Fields Forever

Let me take you down
cause I'm going to strawberry fields
Nothing is real
and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry fields forever

Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone
but it all works out
It doesn't matter much to me

Let me take you down
cause I'm going to strawberry fields
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry fields forever

No one I think is in my tree
I mean it must be high or low
That is you can't, you know, tune in
but it's all right
That is I think it's not too bad

Let me take you down
cause I'm going to strawberry fields
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry fields forever

Always no sometimes think it's me
But you know I know when it's a dream
I think I know I mean, ah yes
but it's all wrong
that is I think I disagree

Let me take you down
cause I'm going to strawberry fields
Nothing is real
and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry fields forever
Strawberry fields forever
Strawberry fields forever

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