Асимметрия [Asimmetriya] [English translation]

I understand that my way of life is asymmetrical:

The doorway is bestial with the window frame birdlike.

I can see the reptile dust, a vertical sea,

Coelacanths swim in the Dorian minor.

How much time do you spend overboard?

How many times the clown was struck with a cake?

His face all in cream, and this is it.

I have drowned, now I know for sure where we are!

You are bare like a high-voltage wire,

And I am stuck between the reprise and the volta1

I have been dreaming about this for years – nuts to me!

All of this could arouse me only in my book.

All these years I have been growing my umbilical cord

For you to put me through the wringer so easily,

Tear my heart into pieces, give me a flick on the nose

And leave this and that terrible stripe.

So I am standing with a broken fish smile

Hoping I will not make a hole in my home water element.

I see my homeless world drawn by water;

My reality is wicked – not a surprise to anybody.

There is a draught here all the time, and it is water.

I touched your body, you hard skin.

Real men do not cry, they take everything by force;

Of course, it is cute, but it has just twisted me.

You wake up in the morning and see only emptiness,

A wound in the world’s body, holes and breaches on the inside,

They cannot be sutured up, but I need to survive.

I gnaw myself at the bottom, yet the sky is below me.

I am an amphibian man2 flapping with my branchial cleft.

First I am on the shore, then among fishes – it is like seesaw.

I weigh nothing, there is no way to comfort me,

My grief is like the sea with lots of breaches in the motif.

And do you what it feels like to live with your pain?

Sure, you are good at fighting, and I am a sleep apnoea.

With all your fingers you are ready to kill and to be killed

When I love with every bit of me and want to be loved.

My torn heart does not beat to the rhythm,

I mix up gestures, utter a pray instead of a concert,

Confuse the air with water and the water with love;

Just any state of matter suits me.

Because I breathe to the touch, listen with my teeth.

I know I should be simpler, but my hands never forgive.

Two of my eyes see with a hundred of the rest blind;

There is so much warmth within me that water turns into ashes.

Left does not equal right, so I am running in circles.

A wave covers the sight, a curve closes the fugue.

This love is water, and I am a fish; give away your net

And do not drag all of this into the remote tunnels of Set3.

And do you what it feels like to live with your pain?

Of course, you consider to be an attribute of my role.

I have accepted my lot and everything beyond my limit,

I do not understand why love did not kill me.

With such an enormous love, there is no place for me beside you,

It asks for more, and everything is too tight for it.

Houses cannot contain me, spaces do not let me in;

I understand it too: the world is too small for my passion.

The sounds of radio flow from the dynamo;

I am a medley of male and female.

Eternity shoulders me, and this illness is incurable,

I cannot express it neither with a song nor with words.

How else can I tell what it feels like?

Sure, you are good at fighting, and I am a sleep apnoea.

In the end of the film is silence, the note has been played;

You can hear how a drop of sweat goes down the forehead.

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1. "Volta" is the Russian term for “repeat sign”2. “Amphibian Man” is perhaps the best-known novel by Alexander Beliaev, a Soviet Russian science fiction writer3. Set or Seth is a god of desert and sandstorms in ancient Egyptian mythology