Корабль - Ольга Кормухина

На море третий день ненастье.

На корабле порвало снасти.

Нет ни огней, и ни людей,

Лишь граммофон хрипит у борта,

Хрипит надрезанной аортой,

Что боль его напрасна.

А жизнь прекрасна.

Порывом бурного течения.

Корабль несло на край мышления.

И он взлетел на гребне скал.

И грянул голос граммофона.

Наперекор ревущим волнам,

Что смерть над ним не властна.

А жизнь прекрасна.

Ушла стихия вдаль победно.

Похоронив корабль бесследно.

От пенья волн плыл граммофон.

Но он молчал — иссякла сила.

Что жизни голос в нем будила.

И берегла всечасно.

А жизнь прекрасна.

There is bad weather on the sea for the third day.

Gear broke on the ship.

There are no lights, and no people,

Only the gramophone wheezes at the side,

Wheezing from the incised aorta,

That his pain is in vain.

And life is wonderful.

A rush of turbulent current.

The ship was carried to the edge of thinking.

And he took off on the crest of the rocks.

And the voice of the gramophone boomed.

Against the roaring waves

That death has no power over him.

And life is wonderful.

The elements went away victoriously.

Buried the ship without a trace.

The gramophone floated from the singing of the waves.

But he was silent - his strength had dried up.

That the voice in him woke up life.

And took care of it all the time.

And life is wonderful.