All will put on today their coats
And will touch the shoots of raindrops,
No one will consider me, though,
To be all drunken with weather foul.
Leaves of raspberry will become silver,
Turning with their wrong side upwards,
Sun is sad today, as you are feeling, -
Sun today is like you - from the north.
All will put on today their coats,
But we won't be losers despite.
No one could replace that, although -
Beverage, being blurry this time...
1913, 1928
Все наденут сегодня... - пер. Б. Пастернака
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