Thursday, December 18, 2008

The Translation: Not Literal, But Rhymes and Mostly Scans

Wings by Nautilus Pompilius

translated from Russian


You slip off your evening gown standing with your face to the wall

I see the fresh scars on your back, and I want to fall

Asleep and forget, cry in pain, and forget it, forget it all.

Where, where are your wings, your wings that I loved so much?


We used to have time, but all we have now is things to do:

Like proving the strong eat the weak, soot is white, and lies true.

There are things that we all have lost in this insane war – now, you:

Where, where are your wings, your wings that I loved so much?


I don’t ask about your men or your money; I never ask why.

I see you fear open windows and staircases rising too high.

But if tomorrow the building goes up in flames, we’ll all die

Without these wings, oh these wings that I loved so much.

5 comments:

SubWife said...

Beautiful.

Albert Gurevich said...

Awesome song, nice translation.
I think the guy who wrote the lyrics is dead :-(.

Sally Hazel said...

Tag you're it. I tagged you in my meme.

Baal Tshuva Slowly said...

Nice translation.

This is one of my favorite songs by NP.

Tanya said...

Great job, thank you!