перевожу на более доступный язык с рифмой, а то Тарковского плющит:
Taken cruelly from me, snatched out,
Crying desperately for me nightly,
Childlike shoulders in a plain black gown, — Best of treasures, unreturned by the Almighty,
I implore you by the past, the present — Do not follow me with deer-like eyes, please,
Sleep in peace, don't sob in dreams unpleasant,
Oh, my angel, oh, my fawn, my eyas.
From Arabian deserts or Sumerian
Ancient stones do you keep coming, merciless?
From which circle of memory Inferno
You arise in pride to make me breathless?
I don't know, where does lie your Power,
How to break the magic spell that lingers,
To resign my right of being the owner
Of your breath, your dress, your hands, your fingers.
:)))
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А я так ждал, надеялся и верил!
:)))
Taken cruelly from me, snatched out,
Crying desperately for me nightly,
Childlike shoulders in a plain black gown, — Best of treasures, unreturned by the Almighty,
I implore you by the past, the present — Do not follow me with deer-like eyes, please,
Sleep in peace, don't sob in dreams unpleasant,
Oh, my angel, oh, my fawn, my eyas.
From Arabian deserts or Sumerian
Ancient stones do you keep coming, merciless?
From which circle of memory Inferno
You arise in pride to make me breathless?
I don't know, where does lie your Power,
How to break the magic spell that lingers,
To resign my right of being the owner
Of your breath, your dress, your hands, your fingers.
:)))