Франц Кафка - 18. Рассказы. Мост - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Contractor: Alexander Dubina

I was cold and hard, I was a bridge, I lay over the abyss. On this side, the fingers entered the ground, in the other side - hands; I clutched my teeth into the crumbly I loam. The phalda of my frock coat dangled on my sides. Below was the ice stream, where the trout was found. Not a single tourist wandered for this impassable torque, the bridge was not yet marked on the maps ... So I lay and waited; I was supposed to wait in effect. Without collapsing, not a single bridge, since it is erected, does not cease to be a bridge.

It happened somehow in the evening-whether it was the first, whether it was a thousandth, I don’t know: my thoughts always went randomly and always in a circle. Somehow in the evening in the summer, the stream rushed the wilderness, and then I heard human steps! To me, to me ... straightened, bridge, serve, a beam without a railing, withstand the one who trusted you. The incorrectness of his gait is softened imperceptibly, but if he staggers, show him what you are capable of, and, like a certain mountain god, throw him to the other side.

He approached, tapped me with an iron tip of his cane, then lifted and straightened her Falda of my frock coat. He loaded the tip into my tousled hair and for a long time did not take it out of there, apparently looking wildly around. And then - I was just carried away after him in dreams for mountains and valleys - he jumped with both legs in the middle of my body. I shuddered with wild pain, in complete ignorance. Who was that? Child? Vision? Highwayman? Suicide? Tempter? Destroyer? And I began to turn to see him ... The bridge turns! I did not have time to turn, as I had already collapsed. I collapsed and was already isodran and pierced with pointed nakeds, who always looked at me so affably from seething water.

(translation by S. APTA)