A Round World

Et blogi lugejad päris lihtsalt lugemisega ei piirduks, annan ühe väikese mõistatuse - kes on luuletuse autor ja mis selle originaalpealkiri on? Olgu märgitud, et tegemist on täiesti vaba, improviseeritud, vastutustundetu ja täiesti amatöörliku tõlkega.

Everything is new, but still so old.
A star falls, while time takes its pause.
Old friends greet you the same way:
gesture like a bird’s wing.

Open the door and enter to
where all is new and unknown.
Buying a sole clatters in the air,
it’s the hour to go on.

It’s time to leave, to open all doors.
Go on, ventilate your rooms,
or some timeflow tours
thou you’ll remember forever.

A name, written by a strange hand,
bloodstream quietly beating.
Suddenly, finished is a letter
which is hard to comprehend.

Everything is new, but still so old.
A new century - it doesn’t matter.
The old aromas, nice in their own way,
on your laps I hide myself.

It’s time to leave, time to meet,
it’s time to quit, time to be drunk,
it’s time to talk, time for silence,
it’s time to leave, to meet again. 

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