The whitest line is on your hand...
Free translation of poem by Osip Mandelshtam "Нежнее нежного лицо твое..."
Dedicated to Nikki Reed
The whitest line is on your hand,
The softest skin is on your face,
So far away from universe,
The fatal destiny - your name.
It's destiny,
That makes you sad
And fingers on your hand
So warm,
And fills the quiet sound
With hope,
And puts the depth
Into your eye.
Dedicated to Nikki Reed
The whitest line is on your hand,
The softest skin is on your face,
So far away from universe,
The fatal destiny - your name.
It's destiny,
That makes you sad
And fingers on your hand
So warm,
And fills the quiet sound
With hope,
And puts the depth
Into your eye.