Вольный перевод стихотворения "Gifts" by Sara Teasdale
Я смеялась, влюбляясь впервые,
Плакала во второй раз,
И онемела на третий…
На все эти годы.
Первая любовь научила петь,
Вторая - видеть,
Но лишь третья
Стала моей душой.
Три любви
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Gifts by Sara Teasdale
I gave my first love laughter,
I gave my second tears,
I gave my third love silence
Through all the years.
My first love gave me singing,
My second eyes to see,
But oh, it was my third love
Who gave my soul to me.
Владимир Веров 17.11.2010 12:39 • Заявить о нарушении
I gave my first love laughter,
I gave my second tears,
I gave my third love silence
Through all the years.
My first love gave me singing,
My second eyes to see,
But oh, it was my third love
Who gave my soul to me.
Владимир Веров 17.11.2010 12:39 • Заявить о нарушении