Джин [Dzhin] [English translation]

This is the way winds hum the wordless melodies

Let’s add more kindling and fuel to the flames

From our windows there’s a view of splendid gardens

There’s the sun and clouds flutter in the sky’s curtains.

I drink my gin

I’m still alive

I drink my gin

I still breathe

Every artist is often consumed by self-loathing 1,

Some kid once more after the train chasing:

He still dreams of catching train’s handrails

To force afternoon sun to roll down midnight trails.

I drink my gin

I’m still alive

I drink my gin

I still breathe

Nobody knows - all of a sudden, the pendulum might swing:

To those who would save us, memorials we’ll spring.

We’ll get warm, remember, and plans conceive

Toward what distant lands the ships should leave.

I drink my gin

I’m still alive

I drink my gin

I still breathe

I contrive my Jinn

I’m still in my skin

I drink of my Jinn

I still breathe in

1. the Jinn…

• Artist:Splean