Зверь/англ вариант

Why are you calling for death,
Admiring the sun of being?
And you open the doors to the abyss,
A languid smile beckoning?
What can the ghost of the night give me?
The peace and bliss of the crow flocks?
Where are the bloody shreds
Lost souls aspired to heaven?
In your breathless space
The fire reigns madly!
You who sit in affectation,
You squeeze the fallen palm.
But you celebrate your victory early.
It's not your shadow in my eyes.
And my gaze is fixed on the sky,
What distinguishes the day from the night!
Your beast is awake, but tamed.
Do not rely on fear.
He's sleeping soundly, he's all studied.
He's going to turn to dust soon.…