I love at times to look out the window
And to observe other people's concerns.
I love at times to look out the window
And through this leave behind my work.
For a long time I stare very intently
Into the face of a young Jewish girl
Seeking to decipher in her expressions
The regulations of womanly charms.
Люблю порой смотреть в окно
И наблюдать других людей заботы
Люблю порой смотреть в окно
Тем самым уклоняясь от работы.
Я долго, пристально смотрю
В лицо молоденькой еврейки
Стараясь прочитать в чертах её лица
Законы женских чар
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