Лев Лосев - Сон с примечаниями - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

DREAM WITH NOTES

“I still remember

pulling the glass towards you,

descended from the Carpathian mountains

gloomy Jews.

When will I look at it point blank?

and I'll drink what's in the glass,

I can see the pattern clearly

on their caftan fabric.

Stunned from drinking,

they stung their brains,

I see Leo playing

with the beautiful letter Aleph..."

To put it bluntly, this is nonsense; I dreamed of these three verses for January 23rd at dawn. There is nothing like that here, I often dream about rhyming. Poetry has been absorbed into the blood and lymph since childhood. I'm not the only one who dreams like this. The late Glazkov, Kolya, once saw this quatrain in a dream:

“Grandfather had a beard

Seda, like a winter forest,

And majestic as water

At the Kuibyshevskaya hydroelectric station."

That's the beauty, isn't it? And I have rubbish. Jews, Carpathians, Aleph (Bull?), Lion (Tsar?), patterned caftan. After all, this is not my language, the whole verse is foreign and black. Where did the flock suddenly come from in the brains of other people’s visions? I want to understand, but I can’t, and I’m tormented. Although I am not an interpreter of prophetic dreams and Rorschach blots, I am excited by the rustle of words whose meaning is unclear to me.