I am a rosy pony,
and I am loving you.
And somewhere horses go,
And it is hard in drove.
When I will give you kisses -
then you remember me.
Although I existed
in your with Lisa sleep,
In hairs of white color -
the grey streaks of the clouds,
And there is only sky there,
And no earthly bad.
I'm sitting on the handle -
so you write with this nib,
In the monotonous silence,
that now we are three!
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Я - розовая пони,
И я тебя люблю.
А где-то ходят кони,
И трудно табуну.
Когда тебя целую -
Ты вспомни обо мне.
Хоть я и существую
Лишь в вашем с Лизой сне,
В волосках моих белых -
Седые облака,
И только-только небо,
И нет земного зла.
И я сижу на ручке -
И ты пиши пером
В молчаньях однозвучных,
Что мы теперь втроем!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This strikes me as a Lucid Dream which begins in the unconscious, continues in the consciousness of two people on a mysterious ride into wonder, and since it is a dream they can manipulate what happens to their hearts' content. The speaker says all of this happens in a dream stated she calls Lisa sleep. She knows what is happening: as a reader I am delightfully confused. I wonder - am I the reader that third person? I have to surrender to this DREAM which is wiser than I am and gives me a stunning experience rather than explanations.