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Memories prick heart again ( Read more... )

Constancy does not exist in a life,
And it is easy to say "bye" and easy to leave.
But watching life's journey  in a mind from above,
We usually feel by heart some modest grief:

It's because we say "bye" not to people and places;
If we look deep inside, we can find 'nother core:
Every time we say "bye" to our days,
Where we cannot return any more...

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давно перевела, но все никак не могла собраться опубликовать.. перевод ложиться на оригинальную музыку..

Ангел седой# Песня - Сурганова и оркестр - слова Светланы Голубевой ( Read more... )

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Австралийский сленг

Поздравляем, неплохое знание австралийского сленга!

Вы ответили правильно на 10 из 15 вопросов.


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Очередной перевод на английский (такое уж у меня сейчас настроение)

Powerlessness

I'm watching boundless sea with my such greedy eyes,
But I am bound to the Land on high and lonely shore,
I'm standing over  abyss and under deep blue skies,
I wish to reach to heavens, but can't rise to an azure...

Don't know, what to do: to rise or to resign ,
I'm ( Read more... )

Очередной перевод. Фрагмент. По сезону...

Листопад.

The forest is like a magical palace
Сoloured lilac and golden and red;
It's standing like a wall, bewitched by calmness,
surrounding cheerful and sunny glade.

The Wood is smelling as an oak and a pine,
It's dried up this summer by hot of the sun...

Birches are dressed in yellow carving,
Firtrees're ( Read more... )

* * * 
The autumn grey sky is over my head,
And naked forest is open to  winds...

.      ...The disturbed cold noise goes among tops of  trees,
                 At the foot is quiet withering of yellow  leaves...

I was free and lonely, and I was so glad
to spend all my youth in long wanderings......


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очередной перевод на англ... теперь - стих моей подруги Маши Лоренц...

I'm just a someone's dream, excited and strange.
I'm a rainbow of a rain which's calling to the grief.
I'm trembling of a soul which's living in a change,
And distance woken up by died away  breath..

Pulsation of a flame is living in my palms ( Read more... )

When I meet a summer, your weather is cold ( Read more... )

I'm not Shakespeare, But I would like to be
Someone with your respect and admiration
And that you'd like my all creations
The same you like Shakespeare. I'd like that it would be.

I'm not Shakespeare, My style is not like spear,
I don't look for glory or world approbation,
And so I need only your kind recognition,
Because I'd like to be your own ( Read more... )