Great Britain
REGINA OLSEN
A man never suffers from spiritual vertigo when he thinks of only one thing — and I think only of you — nor of physical vertigo when he fixes his eyes on only one object, and all I look at is you…
K. Konstantinus
I entrusted myself to you, on nights like this one,
never having an explanation. And this parting,
(which tears you apart, I see) is a thought it were happening
to someone else. I don’t really know why you’ve been left.
For months, I have guarded your image,
like some kind of memory of life. But now, when I should be
beyond my senses, I know that my thoughts
have mastered your gentle being. I don’t understand
your sorow. You don’t understand my intention –
everything else is a played–out love. You have remained a living statue,
which from behind a garden gate slowly changes idleness
to death. And I, I am the knight of perfect flight,
whose painful reason won’t allow him to love.
And here the kingdom crambles. My rather wretched kingdom!
Translated by Evald Flisar
FRANCE
REGINA OLSEN
A man never suffers from spiritual vertigo when he thinks of only one thing — and I think only of you — nor of physical vertigo when he fixes his eyes on only one object, and all I look at is you…
K. Konstantinus
I entrusted myself to you, on nights like this one,
never having an explanation. And this parting,
(which tears you apart, I see) is a thought it were happening
to someone else. I don’t really know why you’ve been left.
For months, I have guarded your image,
like some kind of memory of life. But now, when I should be
beyond my senses, I know that my thoughts
have mastered your gentle being. I don’t understand
your sorow. You don’t understand my intention –
everything else is a played–out love. You have remained a living statue,
which from behind a garden gate slowly changes idleness
to death. And I, I am the knight of perfect flight,
whose painful reason won’t allow him to love.
And here the kingdom crambles. My rather wretched kingdom!
Translated by Evald Flisar
Germany
REGINA OLSEN
A man never suffers from spiritual vertigo when he thinks of only one thing — and I think only of you — nor of physical vertigo when he fixes his eyes on only one object, and all I look at is you…
K. Konstantinus
I entrusted myself to you, on nights like this one,
never having an explanation. And this parting,
(which tears you apart, I see) is a thought it were happening
to someone else. I don’t really know why you’ve been left.
For months, I have guarded your image,
like some kind of memory of life. But now, when I should be
beyond my senses, I know that my thoughts
have mastered your gentle being. I don’t understand
your sorow. You don’t understand my intention –
everything else is a played–out love. You have remained a living statue,
which from behind a garden gate slowly changes idleness
to death. And I, I am the knight of perfect flight,
whose painful reason won’t allow him to love.
And here the kingdom crambles. My rather wretched kingdom!
Translated by Evald Flisar
Italia
REGINA OLSEN
A man never suffers from spiritual vertigo when he thinks of only one thing — and I think only of you — nor of physical vertigo when he fixes his eyes on only one object, and all I look at is you…
K. Konstantinus
I entrusted myself to you, on nights like this one,
never having an explanation. And this parting,
(which tears you apart, I see) is a thought it were happening
to someone else. I don’t really know why you’ve been left.
For months, I have guarded your image,
like some kind of memory of life. But now, when I should be
beyond my senses, I know that my thoughts
have mastered your gentle being. I don’t understand
your sorow. You don’t understand my intention –
everything else is a played–out love. You have remained a living statue,
which from behind a garden gate slowly changes idleness
to death. And I, I am the knight of perfect flight,
whose painful reason won’t allow him to love.
And here the kingdom crambles. My rather wretched kingdom!
Translated by Evald Flisar
Albania
REGINA OLSEN
A man never suffers from spiritual vertigo when he thinks of only one thing — and I think only of you — nor of physical vertigo when he fixes his eyes on only one object, and all I look at is you…
K. Konstantinus
I entrusted myself to you, on nights like this one,
never having an explanation. And this parting,
(which tears you apart, I see) is a thought it were happening
to someone else. I don’t really know why you’ve been left.
For months, I have guarded your image,
like some kind of memory of life. But now, when I should be
beyond my senses, I know that my thoughts
have mastered your gentle being. I don’t understand
your sorow. You don’t understand my intention –
everything else is a played–out love. You have remained a living statue,
which from behind a garden gate slowly changes idleness
to death. And I, I am the knight of perfect flight,
whose painful reason won’t allow him to love.
And here the kingdom crambles. My rather wretched kingdom!
Translated by Evald Flisar
Poland
REGINA OLSEN
A man never suffers from spiritual vertigo when he thinks of only one thing — and I think only of you — nor of physical vertigo when he fixes his eyes on only one object, and all I look at is you…
K. Konstantinus
I entrusted myself to you, on nights like this one,
never having an explanation. And this parting,
(which tears you apart, I see) is a thought it were happening
to someone else. I don’t really know why you’ve been left.
For months, I have guarded your image,
like some kind of memory of life. But now, when I should be
beyond my senses, I know that my thoughts
have mastered your gentle being. I don’t understand
your sorow. You don’t understand my intention –
everything else is a played–out love. You have remained a living statue,
which from behind a garden gate slowly changes idleness
to death. And I, I am the knight of perfect flight,
whose painful reason won’t allow him to love.
And here the kingdom crambles. My rather wretched kingdom!
Translated by Evald Flisar
Russia
REGINA OLSEN
A man never suffers from spiritual vertigo when he thinks of only one thing — and I think only of you — nor of physical vertigo when he fixes his eyes on only one object, and all I look at is you…
K. Konstantinus
I entrusted myself to you, on nights like this one,
never having an explanation. And this parting,
(which tears you apart, I see) is a thought it were happening
to someone else. I don’t really know why you’ve been left.
For months, I have guarded your image,
like some kind of memory of life. But now, when I should be
beyond my senses, I know that my thoughts
have mastered your gentle being. I don’t understand
your sorow. You don’t understand my intention –
everything else is a played–out love. You have remained a living statue,
which from behind a garden gate slowly changes idleness
to death. And I, I am the knight of perfect flight,
whose painful reason won’t allow him to love.
And here the kingdom crambles. My rather wretched kingdom!
Translated by Evald Flisar
Slovakia
REGINA OLSEN
A man never suffers from spiritual vertigo when he thinks of only one thing — and I think only of you — nor of physical vertigo when he fixes his eyes on only one object, and all I look at is you…
K. Konstantinus
I entrusted myself to you, on nights like this one,
never having an explanation. And this parting,
(which tears you apart, I see) is a thought it were happening
to someone else. I don’t really know why you’ve been left.
For months, I have guarded your image,
like some kind of memory of life. But now, when I should be
beyond my senses, I know that my thoughts
have mastered your gentle being. I don’t understand
your sorow. You don’t understand my intention –
everything else is a played–out love. You have remained a living statue,
which from behind a garden gate slowly changes idleness
to death. And I, I am the knight of perfect flight,
whose painful reason won’t allow him to love.
And here the kingdom crambles. My rather wretched kingdom!
Translated by Evald Flisar
Sweden
REGINA OLSEN
A man never suffers from spiritual vertigo when he thinks of only one thing — and I think only of you — nor of physical vertigo when he fixes his eyes on only one object, and all I look at is you…
K. Konstantinus
I entrusted myself to you, on nights like this one,
never having an explanation. And this parting,
(which tears you apart, I see) is a thought it were happening
to someone else. I don’t really know why you’ve been left.
For months, I have guarded your image,
like some kind of memory of life. But now, when I should be
beyond my senses, I know that my thoughts
have mastered your gentle being. I don’t understand
your sorow. You don’t understand my intention –
everything else is a played–out love. You have remained a living statue,
which from behind a garden gate slowly changes idleness
to death. And I, I am the knight of perfect flight,
whose painful reason won’t allow him to love.
And here the kingdom crambles. My rather wretched kingdom!
Translated by Evald Flisar
Slovenija
REGINA OLSEN
A man never suffers from spiritual vertigo when he thinks of only one thing — and I think only of you — nor of physical vertigo when he fixes his eyes on only one object, and all I look at is you…
K. Konstantinus
I entrusted myself to you, on nights like this one,
never having an explanation. And this parting,
(which tears you apart, I see) is a thought it were happening
to someone else. I don’t really know why you’ve been left.
For months, I have guarded your image,
like some kind of memory of life. But now, when I should be
beyond my senses, I know that my thoughts
have mastered your gentle being. I don’t understand
your sorow. You don’t understand my intention –
everything else is a played–out love. You have remained a living statue,
which from behind a garden gate slowly changes idleness
to death. And I, I am the knight of perfect flight,
whose painful reason won’t allow him to love.
And here the kingdom crambles. My rather wretched kingdom!
Translated by Evald Flisar
North Macedonia
REGINA OLSEN
A man never suffers from spiritual vertigo when he thinks of only one thing — and I think only of you — nor of physical vertigo when he fixes his eyes on only one object, and all I look at is you…
K. Konstantinus
I entrusted myself to you, on nights like this one,
never having an explanation. And this parting,
(which tears you apart, I see) is a thought it were happening
to someone else. I don’t really know why you’ve been left.
For months, I have guarded your image,
like some kind of memory of life. But now, when I should be
beyond my senses, I know that my thoughts
have mastered your gentle being. I don’t understand
your sorow. You don’t understand my intention –
everything else is a played–out love. You have remained a living statue,
which from behind a garden gate slowly changes idleness
to death. And I, I am the knight of perfect flight,
whose painful reason won’t allow him to love.
And here the kingdom crambles. My rather wretched kingdom!
Translated by Evald Flisar