Хорхе Луис Борхес - Everything And Nothing - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Translation by B. Dubina

EVERYTHING and Nothing

Everything and nothing (English)

From the book "Creator"

He was nobody in itself; by face (not similar to others even on

Badge portraits of the era) and uncountable, ghostly, incoherent words only a cold was covered, a dream starred to anyone. At first it seemed to him that all the others were the same, but the confusion of a friend with whom he tried to speak about this void convinced him of a mistake and once and for all made him understand that one could not differ from others. He thought to find healing in books, for which - according to his contemporary, Latin studied slightly and even less - Greek; Late, he decided that he would achieve the goal, fulfilling the simplest ceremony of the human dormitory, and on a long June day he received dedication in the arms of Anna Hatuay.

Twenty years old he arrived in London. In addition to the will, he already got sided

to represent someone in order not to give out that he is no one; In London to him

There was a craft for which it was created, the craft of an actor leaving

on the stage to depict another before the meeting of people who are ready to portray,

As if they really consider him to be different. The work of the iron brought him with anything or comparable joy, perhaps the first in life; But the last verse sounded, the last corpse was removed from the stage - and again he was overwhelmed by the disgusting taste of unreality. He ceased to be Ferrex or Tamerlane and was again done by anyone. From boredom, he undertook to invent other heroes and other terrible stories. And now, while his body performed in the taverns and brothels of London what was supposed to the body, the soul that lived in him was Caesar, deaf to the warns of the augurs, Juliet, cursing the lark, and macbetes talking about

A wasteland with witches, they are the goddesses of fate. No one has been in the world

Such people as this person who managed, like an Egyptian protrusion,

To exhaust all the images of reality. Sometimes, in the back streets of a particular plot, he left a fatal confession, confident that he would not be found; So, Richard says that he is an actor playing many roles, Iago drops strange words - "I am not me." The deep identity of life, sleep and representations inspired him to tiradeas, which later became famous.

He spent twenty years, managing his dreams, but one morning

I felt disgust and horror to be all these kings, dying from

swords, and unfortunate lovers who meet, part and die with harmonious remarks. On the same day, he sold the theater, and a week later he was in his native town, where he again found the river and trees of his childhood and no longer compared them to those, others, in the jewelry of mythological hints and Latin names that the muse praised. But here it was also required to be someone, and he became an entrepreneur who had a one who had a certain fortune and now busy with only loans, lawsuits and modest percentages from circulation. In this role, he dictated the dry testament known to us, from which all sorts of traces of pathos and literature were deliberately etched. London friends occasionally visited his solitude, and he played before them

The former role of the poet. History adds that on the eve of or after death, he appeared before the Lord and turned to Him with the words: "I, the former in vain people, want to become one - myself." And the voice of the Creator said to him from the storm: "I am not me either; I invented this world as you have my own creatures, my Shakespeare, and one of the ghosts of my sleep - you, similar to me, which is all and no one."