March, by Andrey Kneller The sultry sun heats to the seventh sweat. /
The ravine rages in the frenzy, senseless. /
As though a cowgirl working in the stead, — /
The spri...
March, by Yuri Menis The hot red sun makes sweat without contrition, /
And the ravine has flipped and gone berserk. /
Just like a brawny cowgirl on a mission, /
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March, by Rupert Moreton Now the sun exhausts itself with burning, /
Angry gorge is stupefied below. /
Now the spring begins its fecund churning /
Like the hefty milkmai...
in finnish
Boris Pasternak (suomi)
Maaliskuu, Helvi Juvonen, Arvo Turtiainen Säteilee aurinko, maa hikoilee ja on /
kuin rotkot höperöinä huminoisi. /
Väkevin ottein kevät etenee, kuin reipas /
karjapiika työssä oisi.
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