Tsvetochnaya Street of Provence,
A tramp-perfumer goes...
Inhales a sensitive nose
Thin crape of Provence aromas...
He goes along show-windows
Looking for Love elixir...
Perhaps, though strange, a bit easterish,
Sung up by William Shakespeare...
The burned aromas have smoke,
It's so refined and exotic...
It blows as something unearthly...
Its scent is thin... and erotic
Mixed up in the world of aromas
Are flowers Flemish from pictures...
He used to be in love....enormous
His own he's boss ...in mixtures
Перевод стиха Ольги З
© Copyright: Елена Ифтеду, 2013
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