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.
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«The scalp is tingling all around / From the chill, what can I do, — / As the time now cuts me down / Like the heel right off your shoe. Life is overwhelming life, / Sound is melting, bit by bit, / Something’s off, I feel deprived, / With no time to harp on it. Life was better, was ...»
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«After midnight, the heart pinches away / Right from your hands the prohibited silence. / From living in quiet – to mischievous play, / Like it or not, but it’s without rivals… Love — love it not, can’t clasp it once grasped. / Hushed like a foundling, you’re in a drowse, / Is ...»