Magic brush

The mellow autumn gave me the task,
Presented paints and asked me: «Draw!»
I shall draw to gloomy people masks
And about the sad sky I know.

With autumn we shall draw joy together,
Let people look and start to fly!
With a magic brush I shall disperse bad weather
I wish everyone could see the sky.

But people unmasked themselves
Also have washed off paints from all Earth,
Burning magic brush I couldn’t save.
So they made my world worth.


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Женька, мне кажется, не плохо бы было ниже привести авторский перевод.
С уважением,

Александр Фолкерк   17.07.2009 02:36     Заявить о нарушении