воскресный вестник. лирический
1. сложу сюда, чтоб было:
Happy at 100, еще
спонсор ссылки - spintongues
2. Ю. Мориц - Д. Бикчентаев. "Майский ливень". переперла на англ., в честь ДР старины Мортена Сигсгорда. May you ever drink deep.
May rain’s coming kissing smiley
Cheeks of ventlights, ribs of tiling
Then it leaves to cry and hanker…
But come noon in our haven
Whiffs of porridge rules this heaven
Bela Bartok came to anchor!
Sailors now enthrall the town
Smoking, laughing all around
Swings are flying happy, silly…
In the moonlight,
In the park night,
Kissing wind is roaming freely
In its blue blouse, ocean billy
Kissing wind is roaming freely
What a gentle wistful dilly
Gust of parting, sending shudder
Wind of clarity and sorrow
Throw open my tight collar
Let’s embrace and hold each other
This delight is so much better
Than the joys of grace or fretting
This delight is never soggy
It is bitter like the ocean
It’s like mist, it lives in motion
‘Cause the distance’s always foggy
No letters! Let these tide waves
Till the very end of earth days
Play with joy and force above us!
If we meet again you’ll notice
None of us is no novice
That our life’s ways can be so crass.
Kissing wind is roaming freely
What a gentle wistful dilly
In its blue blouse, ocean billy
Pity, moorings are of shortage
Pity, fleeting is the young age
Wind is fresh, although chilly
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Happy at 100, еще
спонсор ссылки - spintongues
2. Ю. Мориц - Д. Бикчентаев. "Майский ливень". переперла на англ., в честь ДР старины Мортена Сигсгорда. May you ever drink deep.
May rain’s coming kissing smiley
Cheeks of ventlights, ribs of tiling
Then it leaves to cry and hanker…
But come noon in our haven
Whiffs of porridge rules this heaven
Bela Bartok came to anchor!
Sailors now enthrall the town
Smoking, laughing all around
Swings are flying happy, silly…
In the moonlight,
In the park night,
Kissing wind is roaming freely
In its blue blouse, ocean billy
Kissing wind is roaming freely
What a gentle wistful dilly
Gust of parting, sending shudder
Wind of clarity and sorrow
Throw open my tight collar
Let’s embrace and hold each other
This delight is so much better
Than the joys of grace or fretting
This delight is never soggy
It is bitter like the ocean
It’s like mist, it lives in motion
‘Cause the distance’s always foggy
No letters! Let these tide waves
Till the very end of earth days
Play with joy and force above us!
If we meet again you’ll notice
None of us is no novice
That our life’s ways can be so crass.
Kissing wind is roaming freely
What a gentle wistful dilly
In its blue blouse, ocean billy
Pity, moorings are of shortage
Pity, fleeting is the young age
Wind is fresh, although chilly
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