Текст песни Вахтанг Кикабидзе - Море на стихи Евгения Евтушенко

Immobility

You and I are as old as the sea
the sea by which we lie.
You and I are old as grief,
grief from which we run.

We are tired, dear, with you.
The ships do not turn white for us.
We fell near the surf
we fell near love.

Kind omniscient abyss
we will not offend anything.
Stillness is the best way to escape
if there's nowhere else to run.

I'll stroke you quietly.
Life has not yet taken away
our only property -
our sovereign affairs.

But there are gigantic athletes -
a combination of biceps and fins -
and, dropping the sea on our backs,
bravo step over us.

They joke with bass voices
but, as if a child's spat,
I hear something like: "Colossal",
and also: "Iron", "Hammer".

I look, I envy, I regret.
I think - what great fellows.
Colossal, honey, iron
that you and I are not hammers.

I fall, perhaps, into leafiness,
but amidst the vanity of vanity
non-irony and non-colossal,
I think not the worst features.

Softness is also a strong biceps,
for not such a grace
let's say, rock hard to fall in love
or cry unbendingly.

I breathe your hair
like an unfamiliar country
happy that I'm not colossal
the fact that you are undesirable with me.

We lay down on your blue robe
with the sea on the lips and on the back.
We show our strong character -
allow ourselves to be weak.

Like grains of sand from your wet skin
quietly switch to mine,
our souls pass over too.
I don’t recognize mine anymore.
1969