Îðèã³íàë óêðà¿íñüêîþ
http://www.stihi.ru/2011/02/14/6404
Me desped³a de ti, cielo mio,
Como se despide el verano caliente.
Las nubes lloraban con el aguacero frio...
Que pena... no te has dado cuenta.
Me despedia de ti, querido,
Como se despide el suave viento.
La tormenta aullaba con un siniestro rugido...
Me extrano... no te has dado cuenta.
Me despedia de ti, carino,
Como se despiden del mundo callado.
Han bajado mis alas sin fuerza y brillo...
Menos mal... que no lo has notado.
Lugo Olga Glapshun
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ß ïðîùàëàñü ç òîáîþ, ìèëèé,
ßê ïðîùàºòüñÿ òåïëå ë³òî.
Ïëà÷å ã³ðêî õîëîäíà çëèâà...
Øêîäà äóæå... òè íå ïîì³òèâ.
ß ïðîùàëàñü ç òîáîþ, ìèëèé,
ßê ïðîùàºòüñÿ í³æíèé â³òåð.
Õóðòîâèíà çëîâ³ñíî âèëà...
Äèâíî ò³ëüêè... òè íå ïîì³òèâ.
ß ïðîùàëàñü ç òîáîþ, ìèëèé,
ßê ïðîùàþòüñÿ ç á³ëèì ñâ³òîì.
Îïóñòèëèñÿ ðóêè-êðèëà...
Äîáðå íàâ³òü... òè íå ïîì³òèâ.
Ïåðåêëàä àíãë³éñüêîþ Þð³ÿ Ëàç³ðêà
http://stihi.ru/avtor/vsesvit
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I was saying goodbye, my dear,
As warm summers’ leave-taking breathes.
Rains are crying, the cold is near...
It’s a pity... you couldn’t see this.
I was saying goodbye, my dear,
As a tender wind might... to please us.
And the blizzard shared screams with fears...
Strange enough... yet... you couldn’t see this.
I was saying goodbye, my dear,
As if life steps beyond its reasons.
And my wings-hands are down... It’s clear...
Even better... you couldn’t see this.