а Сенс перевела мой стиш.

Live,
live as you wish,
as you can,
or just as you think and worry,
or just as it aches
desperately,
driving hard.
Too long of a road
but it's okay.
One will pick of the orange peel
and will draw a funny face on it
with time.
Nimesulide won't help, nor will analgin, dichlorvos, arsenic, ice to the wound, fits, ice to the runes or runes carved with ice.
You live, live in this turbid, disturbing hustle.
You live and don't you think
what will happen with you afterwards.

You just live,
live as it happens,
as it dispirits,
draws,
disturbs and suffers away.
But you can't live as you know,
as you don't know how to choose.
Choose whatever you will,
whatever you see,
whatever doesn't vanish,
whatever whitens on the bank,
weaves the white horses.
Give your dreams away -
you need to give something away at last.
Curl you runes,
spread you Tarot,
and you numbers get covered with helpless and unconscious cabbalah.
Dark blood flows down the light dene.

And whichever road you choose – it is still not yours.
Live, live to see the light days when the tender clouds will be covered with dark steel.
And be calm at least from the heart to the crown. Whatever is upper and lower one day the hand of fate will fix.