You're looking so sad, it seems you've lost your heart.
Your hands are so thin resting around your knees.
Listen, far away in a country fabulous Chad
One superb giraffe wonders alone in peace.
You know, a graceful slimness and bliss he's got,
And enchanting design on his skin
I would compare to the moon (I have thought)
When it's swinging on waves of lake waters serene.
From distance he looks as colorful sails of a ship.
Smooth and splendid in run as a bird in a joyful flight.
At sunset he is hiding in a marble grotto deep.
I know Earth won't forget this tremendous sight.
I know amazing stories of ancient mysterious places
About black maiden and passion of a young chief.
But since when were you breathing with heavy hazes?
There is nothing but rain that you want to believe.
How shall I describe to you tropical orchard,
Slender palms and aromas beyond the seas?
You're crying... In a country fabulous Chad
One superb giraffe wonders alone in peace.
Сегодня, я вижу, особенно грустен твой взгляд,
И руки особенно тонки, колени обняв.
Послушай: далёко, далёко, на озере Чад
Изысканный бродит жираф.
Ему грациозная стройность и нега дана,
И шкуру его украшает волшебный узор,
С которым равняться осмелится только луна,
Дробясь и качаясь на влаге широких озер.
Вдали он подобен цветным парусам корабля,
И бег его плавен, как радостный птичий полет.
Я знаю, что много чудесного видит земля,
Когда на закате он прячется в мраморный грот.
Я знаю веселые сказки таинственных стран
Про черную деву, про страсть молодого вождя,
Но ты слишком долго вдыхала тяжелый туман,
Ты верить не хочешь во что-нибудь, кроме дождя.
И как я тебе расскажу про тропический сад,
Про стройные пальмы, про запах немыслимых трав…
Ты плачешь? Послушай… далёко, на озере Чад
Изысканный бродит жираф.
«Before thee lies a broad new way. / Accept then my greeting, not loud, but hearty: / May thy bosom be, as it was, warmed / With love of thy fellow-man, with love of the eternal truth. Mayst thou not lose in the hard struggle with evil, / All of which at present thy soul is so full; / And ...»
«Inimitably lies life: / Above waiting, above a lie... / But by the trembling of all veins / You may recognize: Life! (Why that in rye you lie!) — heat, wave... / Like in the rye you lie: ringing, blue... / Blather — through honeysuckle — hundred veins... / Be joyful! I was calle...»
«Fifteen boys and maybe more, / or feuer than fifteen, maybe, / said to me / in frightened voices: / "Let's go to a movie or the Museum of Fine Arts." / "I haven't time." / Fifteen boys presented me with snowdrops. / Fifteen boys in broken voices / said to me: / "Ill never stop lovi...»
«For how long will you keep in hiding / Behind the fog, ye Russian star, / Or will you stay forever priding / In stark delusions, false, bizarre? / / Could it be true, your shining glory / Would scatter like a shooting star, / When faced with gazes, greedy, gory, / So keen to reach y...»