wild singer

put his darling weakling on his shoulder to sit
gave her quiet air to breath in--she asked for more of it
tossed his darling weakling up and caught from the fall
other than wild singer, had no love in the world

and she's singing so quietly, simply and with no tricks
only oaky doors fell with the thud off their hinges
only walls went a-cracking, only houses shook
that's how anemic royalty sung alone her tune

they would likely have dealt with her, and would burn at the stake
if she weren't so frail, like a November grass
and she don't cry her heart out, it's nothing she sings about
guess in this feeble voice of hers other secret hides out



"Дикая Певица", Пикник

Свою милую-хилую усадил на плечо,
Напоил тихим воздухом - попросила еще.
Свою милую-хилую вверх бросал и ловил,
Кроме дикой певицы никого не любил.

А поет тихим голосом просто так, без затей,
Только двери дубовые послетали с петель,
Только стекла потрескались, задрожали дома,
Так она, малокровная, спела песню одна.

С ней наверное сладили бы и сожгли на костре,
Если б не была слабою, как трава в ноябре.
Вроде не надрывается и поет ни о чем,
Видно в голосе этом скрыта тайна еще.