Ocean blue jersey and the eyes dark blue.
To my sweatheart, really, told I no truth.
She asked, "If the blizzard whirling outside?
It's time to make the bed now and the fire to light.
And I answered, "Darling, someone, from the hight,
Is sheding the white flowers to enjoy the sight.
Yes, you light the fire and you make the bed,
Without you my darling, my heart is snowy sad."
Голубая кофта. Синие глаза.
Никакой я правды милой не сказал.
Милая спросила: «Крутит ли метель?
Затопить бы печку, постелить постель».
Я ответил милой: «Нынче с высоты
Кто-то осыпает белые цветы.
Затопи ты печку, постели постель,
У меня на сердце без тебя метель».
«Already now the weary day / Has through the purple waves descended; / The cooling shades have fast extended; / The azure arch of heaven grows gray! / And solemn Night with peaceful pinions / Comas winging through her vast dominions, / And Hesper with his glittering star / Is hera...»
«Deep silence in the sky; / The moon mysteriously / Through filmy haze is sinking; / The Star of Love is winking / Above the darkling hill, / And in the abyss so still / Things formless, fascinating, / Come flying, animating / The silence of the night, — / They bring the Spring’...»
«Along the road the maiden / Walked with her faithful youth; / Their eyes with grief were laden, / Their faces pale with ruth. / / On eyes and lips with yearning / Their tender kisses rain; / And life and beauty returning / Bloom in their hearts again. / / Their joy was q...»
«Believe it not, when in excess of sorrow / I murmur that my love for thee is o’er! / When ebbs the tide, think not the sea’s a traitor, — / He will return and love the land once more. / / I still am pining, full of former passion: / To thee again my freedom I’ll restore, / ...»