That city,
that dreamland of magic
endures legends.
There,
the desperate souls used to open windows.
The city suffered of suicides.
And at each beating of pigeons' wings
I said to myself:
Window. Falling.
They
had illusions
that they could settle the bills to death
that they could excel themselves by jumping from height
by tasting the passion for suicide.
Once, in that city
my heart ceased beating.
In this city, that I live in
no one opens window to fall out from it.
Here what makes me smile
is the smiling face of obedience.
Here we sacrifice:
one by one;
day by day;
drop by drop.
And here I'm - with my broken-wings -
sacrificed to fly
only downwards.
They say: Dripping Water hollows out the stone,
and I say:
Prague, the time past
Tbilisi _ the present time.
მთარგმნელი:Ani Kopaliani
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