МОЯ РОЗОВАЯ ПЕРЕСАДКА: My Winter Holiday, или Cон в Зимнюю Ночь

Я не опомнюсь помнюсь
Я буду помнить косы твои
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Я снова вспомню помню
Ту полови
Я буду тайной тайной
Осень твоя
С тобою таял, таял
Я пил твой яд
С тобою тайно тайно
Не побоя
Что мы оттаем таем
На расстоя
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IN MY WINTER DREAM I come to a medical spa and rehabilitation center... I was there with an old friend Jouko. Each of us lied down on a couch. We were treated by people in white medical outfits who placed two rods, charged with a special electric current, over the front of my head - apparently to recharge my brain. I took a salt bath... We went outside - where a group of young women were sitting in a circle in an open rotonda, singing with enchanting voices. One of them, a soft-looking maiden with long fair hair, sings a long evocative song about human suffering finally coming to an end, and that people are now going to live much longer. I tell her that surely she would live minimum 300 years. But then I realize I am dreaming and they are singing a truly beautiful song!
I make an effort to wake up and record the verses and the melody to my digital recorder. I could only remember clearly the first 2 lines, and it took me a while to come up with more words for this enigmatic adagio:

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Полюби меня…
Столько новых роз,
Неотступных грёз,
Истонченных лоз,
Неотпетых слёз

На закате дня,
Что с собой унёс
То, что перенёс
Тот, кто то занёс,
Кто перегонял
Ту, кто разгоня…

Кто не совладал
С той, кто увядала,
Кто в душе страдала,
Кто себе гадала,
Кто себя отдала
Тем, кто разгадал
Её передa(чу) :

Без потери дня
Перейди на свет
Желтого огня…
Поменяй билет…
На закате лет

Того, кто сравнял
С нею белый свет
Тех, кто догонял
Долго амулет
Тех, кто изменял
Яблоневый цвет…

Кто не разменял
То, что перенял
Тот, кто отгонял
Линию огня
От её поня

Don't lose day and come to morning
Catch the dew light on my way
To my morrow, be my awning,
BE MY KONNIK, BE MY COMIC
Change your ticket into May...

Love me always and don’t pause,
There are many newest roses
My haunting dreams
And veins that thin in fears
That my unspoken tears
Be what I haven’t told you
Except that I had mold
That dying isn’t fair
And music of my fairy
And all my cooking fair
Will be in willow’s care
To trust her daily affair
In the end of the day
I want now to portray:

Fall in love with me and rose,
So many of them rose
So many have been haunting
I’ve been strangled, I’ve been daunted
Even near to be haunted
To be nearby the dawn
And sometimes I even fainted
To be near the conclusion
That my painting was illusion
To be clothed in new meaning
To be willow and my gleanings
For my sweet cakes and my ale
For my birthday and my tale
On the Easter holiday
On the eve of the day
Of the third sun to become
Even with the memory of Kai
In the triplet golden sphere
Over morning to adhere
To the awning of my sky
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(с) Aнна Лieтa