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Wait for me, and I'll come back!
Wait with all you've got!
Wait, when dreary yellow rains
Tell you, you should not.
Wait when snow is falling fast,
Wait when summer's hot,
Wait when yesterdays are past,
Others are forgot.
Wait, when from that far-off place,
Letters don't arrive.
Wait, when those with whom you wait
Doubt if I'm alive.

Wait for me, and I'll come back!
Wait in patience yet
When they tell you off by heart
That you should forget.
Even when my dearest ones
Say that I am lost,
Even when my friends give up,
Sit and count the cost,
Drink a glass of bitter wine
To the fallen friend -
Wait! And do not drink with them!
Wait until the end!

Wait for me and I'll come back,
Dodging every fate!
"What a bit of luck!" they'll say,
Those that would not wait.
They will never understand
How amidst the strife,
By your waiting for me, dear,
You had saved my life.
Only you and I will know
How you got me through.
Simply - you knew how to wait -
No one else but you

trader07 писал(а):

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Nice, isn't it?

mamida писал(а):

trader07 писал(а):

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Nice, isn't it?

indeed.

Victoria писал(а):

mamida писал(а):

trader07 писал(а):

http://www.simonov.co.uk/index.htm
Nice, isn't it?

indeed.

I think so, too. Sounds very close to original, I mean, rhythm. I really like it. Myself I declaimed the lyrics being on the stage when I was at school.

mamida писал(а):the same, the same (and a bunch of other poems)! Vow, more and more in common, don't you think sis?

It swept, it swept around the land
In all its turnings.
The candle’s burning on a stand,
The candle burning.


As swarm of midges in the dark
To fire flutters,
Rushed flakes of snow from the park
To window shutter.


The storm was shaping on the glass
Some darts and circlings...
The candle burning on the desk,
The candle burning.


On ceiling, lit up by a blaze
The shadows tossing,
Of crossing arms and crossing legs,
Of fate-doom crossings.


And to the floor, your little shoes
With taps were slipping.
And wax from night-light on your dress,
Like tears, was dripping.


And all has vanished in a daze,
Snow white and ashen
The candle burning on the desk,
The candle burning.


The flame was flickered by the wind...
Heat of temptation
Heaved, as an angel, its two wings
In cross-form fashion.


It swept that month without rest
Again and over,
The candle burning on the desk,
The candle burning...

vladi M. писал(а):деушки, чего это вы тут расщебетались на тарабарском языке?

я вот это люблю ..не могу сейчас найти, но написано оно было 14 февраля( ), кажется..
есть несколько версий, но мне нравится эта, автора перевода тоже не помню..вообще ничего не помню

It swept, it swept around the land
In all its turnings.
The candle’s burning on a stand,
The candle burning.


As swarm of midges in the dark
To fire flutters,
Rushed flakes of snow from the park
To window shutter.


The storm was shaping on the glass
Some darts and circlings...
The candle burning on the desk,
The candle burning.


On ceiling, lit up by a blaze
The shadows tossing,
Of crossing arms and crossing legs,
Of fate-doom crossings.


And to the floor, your little shoes
With taps were slipping.
And wax from night-light on your dress,
Like tears, was dripping.


And all has vanished in a daze,
Snow white and ashen
The candle burning on the desk,
The candle burning.


The flame was flickered by the wind...
Heat of temptation
Heaved, as an angel, its two wings
In cross-form fashion.


It swept that month without rest
Again and over,
The candle burning on the desk,
The candle burning...

Victoria писал(а):Девушки, как вы думаете, а вот это узнаваемо?

Morning is misty, morning is hoary,
Fields are mournful vestured with snow.
You are unwilling to remember the past,
Recalling the persons forgotten long ago.

You're remembering passionate speeches,
Covert glances were caught greedily,
Earliest meetings, latest meetings,
Loved low voice are being remembered.

You're recalling the parting with odd smile,
You're remembering home is remote,
Listening to wheel grumble which is incessant,
Pensively looking at sky which is broad.

Wind писал(а):http://youtube.com/watch?v=UK1b-DiwXeY