Why, pretty gal, are you hexing about
With eyes and shoulders, in turn?
Thus you'll excite even me, no doubt,
Though, I don't feel concern.
Yet, for this dangerous game men stay ready,
Many you will captivate
Until you turn from a passionate lady
Into good mother and mate.
And after all ups and downs of th' roam,
Losses, wins, odds of the game,
You'll reappear, Aphrodite, from pink foam,
As you are now, the same.
Милая девушка, что ты колдуешь
Черным зрачком и плечом?
Так и меня ты, пожалуй, взволнуешь,
Только — я здесь ни при чем.
Знаю, что этой игрою опасной
Будешь ты многих пленять,
Что превратишься из женщины страстной
В умную нежную мать.
Но, испытавши судьбы перемены, —
Сколько блаженств и потерь! —
Вновь ты родишься из розовой пены
Точно такой, как теперь.
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