I love your sorrow as the music goes,
Your smile is similar to tears enlightened,
here is the smell of a December rose,
and here's the sound of glass in fighting.
Как музыку, люблю твою печаль,
Улыбку, так похожую на слезы, —
Вот так звенит надтреснутый хрусталь,
Вот так декабрьские благоухают розы.
«Today I can see that your look is especially sad / And your arms are especially fragile, as if made of chaff. / Listen, my dear: far away, by the shores of Lake Chad, / Roams the exquisite giraffe. It was granted the gift of proportion, voluptuous grace, / And its skin is adorned with a pat...»
«Today I can see that your eyes are especially sad, / And the arms, that are hugging your knees, are so gentle, my love. / Just listen, in a faraway land by a lake called the Chad, / Wanders an elegant giraffe. His elegant body is shining in afternoon heat. / It's covered with a beautifu...»
«O, the look in your eyes this morning is more than usually sad, / With your little arms wrapped round your knees and body bent in half. / Let me tell you a story: far, far away, on the distant shores of Lake Chad, / There roams a most majestic giraffe Blessed with a handsome build and gracefu...»
«You are sadder, today: I can see. / And your arms, wrapped around your knees, are thinner. / But listen: far far away, near Lake Chad, / a delicate giraffe grazes up and down. He is blessed with sinuous beauty and with happiness, / and his hide is stamped with a magic design / that only t...»