Мне не хватает тебя снова, Прага, Я скучаю...

I miss you again, Prague,
I miss your squares.
Where has the deaf courage gone
Which one I raved about the other day?
Where did all these nights stay
Where does the awakened air ring?
I am lost between the lines
Strengthened like granite
I've been looking in black and white films
Illusions of the world of spring
But in these regal willows and elms
Black and white only dreams.
And will all these crowds subside?
I am a dead man in your darkness.
I stagger without meaning or sense
I, like Sartre, in my nausea.
From the abundance of indirect views,
From lack of color in the eyes
I obstinately follow the rituals
I, all seeking meaning in words ...
06/18/2017 lostgenius
Prague