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- Описание
- another translation of another of the best songs by Helawisa and The Mill
- Текст
- he arrived just one hour earlier than the dawn
he had brought on his shoulder adonis flower and scorn
blinked his eyes at moon, frowned at the clouds
gainst the sun he walked over quiet village
and the winds sat silently in green heights
and the birds on chains guarded sleepy trees
you're not ours--in blue windows flames warily shook
you'll betray us for a talent, they knew what it took
he knocked on the door, where cherry blossoms burned
to the one that sung and threaded beads
where the beasts were playing, and the feathers swaying
of the uninvited whispered leaves:
foreigner, outsider, you're not mine, not the one
but just wait, rain's at hand, don't go yet, do not mind
where's your memory, string of the tin rings?
where's your heart, silver tambourine that loudly sings?
lost around the road, sold to one i owed
thieves had robbed it over chestnut mount--
and i let you in, i forgave your sin,
do not mourn the heart, i will forge another
how to learn, what's the yearn, rolling stone with no moss
shelter him, melt his whim, kept him from going forth..
mountains waited for spring, sent the Sun to bring it around
pines were seeing dreams, how to become a ship' masts
on the threshold lay heap of fresh adonis
she just turned around, and he was far away
and to empty nest on an oak branch
magpie took the bell-heart with a silky play
and do not call him, for your words are dim, like a grass so slim under his feet
just like reed, or bird's clink, just a blink on the beat
eastward wind is blowing fast through the water and the sand
through the bitter, bitter wormwood sap
cannot bring, cannot fling, hear the ring of your name..