Текст песни Мария Бунтарская - Мой облик, жесты, взгляд - не я - Фернандо Пессоа

My appearance, gestures, look - I'm not:
     So unreal sky.
     That the essence of me that is not mine,
     By my life not lived.

     Hushed the wind is warm bed,
     Day completely devoid of meaning.
     My grief is not the outcome.
     I squeezed and emptied.

     When used on the memory came to me
     Other heaven, territory,
     Wonderful Life and earth,
     I know! But And this idea,

     Fruit umstvuyuschego mind
     What idle imaginations happy
     In my nap sleeping myself,
     As the algae in the sea sleep.

     And only in a foreign me waking day
     Has forgotten about me for a long time,
     There are places where there is no me,
     There are things I do not know.

     I no fact, no way,
     Neither knowledge nor being.
     I can only dream of my life.