С каждым шагом мы идем дальше
В неодетой деревне колокола начинают смеяться.
Я даю частичку себя всем, кого встречаю.
Я даю палец старику, глаз ребенку и язык кошке.
Когда наступает ночь,
остаются только мои две ноги,
которые сами по себе идут в темноте.
With every step we go further away
In the undressed village, the bells have started to laugh.
I give a piece of myself to everyone I meet.
I give a finger to an old man, an eye to a child,
and the tongue to a cat.
When night falls, only my two legs remain,
walking by themselves in the dark.
Ivan de Monbrison is a poet and artist living in Paris, born in 1969, and affected by various types of mental disorders. He has published some poems in the past. The original and translation are his own work.