Ты можешь записать меня в историю
Твоими горькими и лживыми словами.
И можешь в грязь втоптать, но вскоре я,
Как грязь обычная, вновь лягу под ногами.
Неужто я похожа на нахалку?
И почему ты ходишь такой мрачный?
А я иду по миру, будто вправду
Нашла я дома нефтяной фонтан удачно.
Вот так - как солнце, как луна,
Как неизбежность океанского прилива,
И как надежд растущая волна,
Возникну снова пред тобой, мой милый.
Ну разве видеть ты хотел меня
Разбитой и с потухшими глазами,
Что потопили крик души в слезах,
С поникшей головой, зажатыми плечами?
И разве я заносчива? Подумай!
Не принимай все это так ужасно!
Ведь я смеюсь перед тобой, угрюмым,
Как будто золото нашла я в шахтах.
Ты можешь выстрелить в меня словами,
Ты можешь вырезать меня глазами,
Ты ненавистью можешь ранить,
Но как и воздух, я - воспряну.
Моя любовь тебе уж не мила?
Ты огорчен, тебя так удивляет,
Что я танцую так, как будто бы нашла
Алмазы прямо во дворе, в сарае?
Из хижин прошлых дней, стыда,
Я расту.
Из боли прошлого корней, всегда
Я расту.
Я - черный океан, ревущий и широкий,
Переполняюсь я приливом медленно глубоким,
И оставляю позади ночь ужаса и страха.
И я расту
В рассвет, где никогда уже не будет мрака.
Да, я расту.
И отдавая всем дары от моих предков,
Я - как сама мечта рабов, сидящих в клетке,
Расту.
Да. Я расту.
Расту - я.
Still I Rise
by Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise. You can burn me down
Your bitter and false words.
And you can pour into dirt, but soon I
As the mud is the usual, again a flair under the legs.
Surely, I look like a launcher?
And why do you go so gloomy?
And I go to the world, as if really
I found the house of the oil fountain successfully.
Like this - like the sun, like the moon,
As the inevitability of the ocean tide,
And how hope is a growing wave,
There will be again before you, my dear.
Well, did you see me
Broken and with extinct eyes
That sowed shouts in tears,
With a downstream head, clamped shoulders?
And do I am worship? Think!
Do not take it all so terrible!
After all, I laugh in front of you, sullen,
As if I found gold in the mines.
You can shoot me in words,
You can cut me with my eyes,
You can hide with hatred,
But as the air, I am not.
My love is not enough for you?
You are sad, you are so surprising,
That I dance as if I found
Diamonds right in the yard, in Saraj?
From the huts of past days, shame,
I'm rastic.
From the pain of past roots, always
I'm rastic.
I am a black ocean, roaring and wide,
I am overwhelmed with a tide slowly deep
And leave behind the night of horror and fear.
And I Rastava
In the dawn, where the darkness will never be.
Yes, I'm ragu.
And giving all the gift from my ancestors,
I - as the dream of slaves sitting in a cage,
Rasta.
Yes. I'm rastic.
Rasta - me.
Still I Rise.
by Maya Angelou.
You May Write Me Down in History
With Your Bitter, Twisted Lies,
You may trod me in the ver
But Still, Like Dust, I'll Rise.
Does My Sassiness Upset You?
Why Are you Beset with Gloom?
'Cause I Walk Like I'Ve Got Oil Wells
Pumping in My Living Room.
Just Like Moons and Like Suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just Like Hopes Springing High,
Still I'll Rise.
Did You Want To See Me Broken?
Bowed Head and Lowered Eyes?
Shoulders Falling Down Like Teardrops.
Weakened by My Soulful Cries.
Does My Haughtiness Offnd You?
Don't You Take It Awful Hard
'Cause I Laugh Like I'Ve Got Gold Mines
Diggin 'In My Own Back Yard.
You may Shoot Me With Your Words,
You may Cut Me With Your Eyes,
You may Kill Me With Your Hatefulness,
But Still, Like Air, I'll Rise.
Does MY Sexiness Upset You?
Does IT Come As A Surprise
THAT I DANCE LIKE I'VE GOT DIAMONDS
AT THE MEETING OF MY THIGHS?
Out of the Huts of History's Shame
I rise.
Up From A Past That's Rooted in Pain
I rise.
I'm a black ocean, Leaping and Wide,
Welling and Swelling I Bear in the Tide.
Leaving Behind Nights of Terror and Fear
I rise.
INTO A DAYBREAK THAT'S WONDROUSLY CLEAR
I rise.
Bringing The Gifts That My Ansestors Gave
I am The Dream and The Hope of the Slave.
I rise.
I rise.
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