I had a bird in my hand
but my bird has flown.
I held a bird in my hand
but am now all alone.
My small bird has left me
full of anger and rage;
my blue bird has left me
alone in a cage.
Небольшая синица была в руках,
небольшая была синица,
небольшая синяя птица.
Улетела, оставив меня в дураках.
Улетела, оставив меня одного
в изумленьи, печали и гневе,
не оставив мне ничего, ничего,
и теперь — с журавлями в небе.
«Turning red, temple stairs are fading. / Did you tell me you'd keep the date? / At the entrance to eventide praying / I have opened my heart. I will wait. / / I don't know my intent and desire. / I may die of relief and delight. / All aflame in the evening fire, / I will bring ...»
«Streets were empty, it was just another / Boring night! / Why were you so innocent, and rather / Filled with pride? / / Drops of soaking darkness falling down... / I will rise, / And I'll throw a challenge, with a frown, / To th...»
«Worlds, years go by. The universe is bare. / Its eyes of gloom are staring at us. / And you, my soul, worn-out, unaware, / Hold forth that happiness will come to pass... / / And what is happiness? The chilly evenings / In darkening gardens, god-forsaken wood? / Or vicious taste of w...»
«Oh no! You cannot disenchant my heart / With flatter, beauty, or appreciation. / I'll be a stranger, someone far apart, / A ghost, devoid of life, in your imagination. / / You'll go away. And you will kiss devoutly / A snow-white shroud, and by candle lights / You'll dream and fa...»