Summer's already gone,
Looks like rapidly ragged.
Rare sunshine gives warm.
But it's not much of pleasure.
Things I want to receive
I have got for a leisure -
Like a clinged maple leave.
But it's not much of pleasure.
Good and evil as same
Brighnly burnt like a blazer,
Dissapiaered not in vain.
But it's not much of pleasure.
Life gave me its embrace,
Helping hand in all measures.
I was man of good chance.
But it's not much of pleasure.
Branches are safe and sound.
Day is clear like a treasure.
Leaves have not touched with fire.
But it's not much of pleasure.
Перевод стихотворения Арсения Тарковского "Вот и лето прошло…".
29.08.2024
Summer s already gone
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