Дважды два - четыре, пойдем на танцы?
Эта фраза как нить сквозь пространство-время.
Что нам век? Это даже не расстояние,
Если ты не нарушил связь поколений.
Дважды два. Дважды два, а всего четыре,
К черту споры - итог нам давно известен:
Поросло быльем, стало прахом, пылью,
Возродилось весною, ведь мир наш тесен.
Проросло травой, и дало начало
Новой жизни - и тянутся травы к свету.
Дважды два - четыре, не так уж мало.
Жребий брошен, иди, отыщи ответы.
Скрылись в прошлом, забылись слова, вопросы:
Не грусти - нить цела и светла дорога,
На шуршащем ковре поседели росы.
Улыбнись! И не надо смотреть так строго.
Это танец, и он давно стал судьбою,
Словно листья кружатся в нем поколенья:
Средь безумцев неплохо прослыть изгоем,
Отказавшись от сладкой травы забвенья.
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K-o
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художественный перевод Ш.Какабадзе. обсуждение нюансов с автором. Немного изменен ритм, его не всегда имеет смысл сохранять)))
Two by two is four - let's go dance this instance!
Like a thread through spacetime is this expression.
What's a century? It's not even a distance
If you didn't disrupt generations' connection.
Two by two, two by two - alltogether is four.
Damn the quarrels - the outcome is known to us all:
Overgrown with weeds, turned to dust before
It comes back in Spring - for our world is small.
Like the grass through soil it sprouts, giving rise
To new life. And the light draws out the grasses.
Two by two is four, not too few, rather nice.
Die is cast - go ahead, find those hidden answers!
In the past are forgotten the questions and words.
Don't be sad - thread is whole, and the path is clear.
On the rustling leaves dew to silver has turned.
Smile! And don't gaze so sternly, my dear.
It's a dance and within it whole generations
Like the petals are swirling with destinies rendered
It is well to be cast out of dim-witted nations
By rejecting oblivion's dope of surrender.
Мой подстрочник
Two by two is four - let's go to a dancing!
This phrase is like a thread piercing spacetime.
What is a century for us? It is even not a distance
If you haven't broken a connection of generations.
Two by two. .. Two by two it is four altogether.
To the hell all the disputes, long ago the result was known.
It was long forgotten, became an ash, a dust.
It has revived in spring because our world is small.
The past has germinated with grass and has given
A beginning for new life, and the grasses are stretching to the light.
Two by two is four - it's not a little!
The dice was thrown - go and look for the answers.
All the words, all the questions had been hidden, forgotten in the past.
Don't be sad! The thread is untorn and the road is clear.
Dews have grown grey on the rustling carpet.
Smile! And don't look at me so strictly!
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It is dance and it's become our destiny long ago.
The generations are whirling in it like leaves.
It isn't dreadful to pass for as an outlaw among insanes
By refusing from the sweetest oblivion grasses