Английский перевод стихотворения "Итальянская музыка"
A Child caught the sounds of Italian music.
He melted in chords...
In desire so amusing,
He uncorked the door
To Invisible heart
And instantly got
To Infinity's core,
And stopped, having covered his curious windows with blinds.
And all of a sudden,
The Moon stunned the Sun and
She grabbed him, and all of his lights
She sculled
And gave to the Child
The nights with no bottom,
The passion so Southern,
Where happiness blossomed
Through everything awesome,
Where hot spots so mindless
Would dance in his eyes and
The faces so misty,
His vision they twisted...
And hardly he knew,
Pacing 'round in amusement,
That he too was dancing
So free and so loose, and
His moves were so sacred, yet simple like circles,
That God
Barely got
to repeat them...
I'm certain.