Халиль Джебран - Ночь и безумец - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

From the book "Madly. His parables and poems"

Reads Nikosho

- I look like you, night, dark and naked; I am walking a flaming path that is curling over my dreams in reality, and where my leg touches the ground, a gigantic oak is rising.

“No, madman, you don’t look like me, for you still look back, wanting to see if you have a great trace that you left in the sand.”

- I look like you, night, silent and impenetrable; And in the heart of my loneliness in childbirth lies the goddess; And in the emerging heavens are in contact with hell.

“No, madman, you don’t look like me, for you are still afraid of pain and the song of the abyss throws you into horror.”

“I look like you, night, frantic and terrible, for my hearing is full of walls of the conquered peoples and woeful sighs in desolate lands.”

- No, madman, you don’t look like me, for you still imagine your smaller “I” comrade, and you cannot make friends with your monstrous “I”.

- I look like you, night, cruel and terrible; So the reflections of the ships burning at the sea flicker on my chest, and my lips are reacted in the blood of the dead warriors.

- No, madman, you are not like me, for you are still yearning for a related spirit and has not yet become a law over himself.

Madly

“I look like you, night, cheerful and jubilant, for the young wine living under my dream is now drunk with young wine and following me with joy.”

- No, madman, you do not look like me, for your soul is seized seven times with a folded veil, and you will not hold your heart in your hand.

“I look like you, the night, patient and passionate, because in my chest a thousand dead lovers rest in the shrouds of wilted kisses.”

“That's how, do you really look like me, madman?” Looks like me? And you can saddle a storm, like a horse, and tightly squeeze a lightning, like a sword?

- It looks like you, night, to you, omnipotent and majestic, and my throne rests on a pile of fallen gods; And in front of me, too, days pass and kiss the edge of my clothes, but they never raise my eyes on me.

“Do you really look like me, the child of my darkest heart?” And do you think with my indomitable thoughts, and speak in my immense language?

- Yes, we are twins, oh night, brother and sister, for you open the space, and I open my soul.