Неужели
Снилось небо и белый мрамор,
Город спал, а рассвет - грезил,
Хоть и грезить еще рано,
Но лучи сквозь гардины - резью.
И молчал в сто гудков город,
Ни названья ему - ни званья,
Я не знаю его голос,
Безразличные его зданья,
И я нём и не в нём - между,
В геометрии улиц узких.
Неужели была здесь прежде,
Почему так теперь пусто
(с) Светлана Дьякова
Is it really
The sky and white marble were dreaming
The city was asleep, and the dawn was dreaming,
Although it’s too early to dream,
But the rays through the curtains are rez.
And the city was silent in a hundred beeps,
Not a title to him - not a title,
I don't know his voice
His buildings are indifferent
And I'm with him and not in him - between,
In the geometry of narrow streets.
Had been here before
Why is it so empty now
(c) Svetlana Dyakova