I was born - but I CAN'T remember...
All around do remember -
But not me...
I lived - but I can't remember...
Everybody remember,
But not me...
Then, where is my life?
My soul is the dwelling for my insults...
It can't them understand,
Can't think, can't forgive...
Where are they - the insults?
They have been entangled in my dreams...
But are all the dreams - mine?
Hardly so...
My dream is not tied to the Earth...
It is flying above me in the sky..
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In russian:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2009/02/08/5113
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem