Ну вот, пожалуй, Он проснулся

Ну вось, бадай, Ён прачнуўся. Той звер, што гоніць і бяжыць. Ён раніцай мною абярнуўся. А той, хто мною быў, — ляжыць Яму цяпер нецікава Куды спяшаўся гэты гарнітур Але я, сябры, скажу Вам шчыра Гарнітур не вясёлы, ён пануры Не, не працёрся ён да дзірак І няма «ўваходных» і «выхадных» Ён проста, браты, сціснуты Светам Тых, што звонку, тых, жывых Зашытыя некалькі надрэзаў А ўвогуле цэлы, бо тканіна моцная Не задурманены ён, ён цвярозы Ён бачыць хвалі звысоку А звер, у якога я ўскочыў Імкнецца ў пекла, проста ў бой Не вычварна, а самабытна Як жыць, дыхаць, само сабой Перамога, так, ён да яе імкнецца Але толькі перамога над сабой Ён пераможа і здзівіцца Усё, жыццё прайшло. Было гульнёй.

No, to chyba On się obudził. Ten zwierz, co goni i ucieka. Rankiem się we mnie przeistoczył. A ten, kto mną był — leży Jego już teraz nie obchodzi Dokąd się spieszył ten garnitur Lecz wam, przyjaciele, powiem szczerze Garnitur nie jest wesoły, jest ponury Nie, nie przetarł się do dziur I nie ma „wejściowych” ani „wyjściowych” On po prostu, bracia, zgnieciony Światem Tych, co na zewnątrz, tych żywych Zszytych jest kilka nacięć A w całości cały, bo tkanina mocna Nie odurzony on, on trzeźwy On widzi fale z wysoka A zwierz, w którego wskoczyłem Pędzi w piekło, prosto w bój Nie wymyślnie, lecz po swojemu Jak żyć, oddychać, samo przez się Zwycięstwo, tak, do niego dąży Lecz tylko zwycięstwo nad sobą Zwycięży i się zdziwi Koniec, życie minęło. Było grą.

Well then, it seems that He's awake. The beast that chases and that flees. This morning he took on my shape. And he who once was me — lies still He doesn't care now anymore Where this suit was rushing to But, friends, I'll tell you honestly The suit's not cheerful, it is glum No, it's not worn through into holes There are no "entry" and no "exit" ones It's simply, brothers, crushed by the World Of those outside, of those alive A few incisions have been stitched But on the whole it's whole, the cloth is strong It isn't drugged, it's sober It sees the waves from up above And the beast I've jumped into Rushes into hell, straight into the fight Not showy, but its own true self Like living, breathing, as it comes Victory, yes, he strives for it But only victory over himself He'll win and be surprised That's it, life's over. It was a game.