(очень корявый перевод с русского на английский)
(Very inexact translation from Russian on English)
I see the world in a decline of day,
Golden hours grief storing,
He dies at a dawn.
Will grow old, been born, children
In a glass pupil.
In the sleep hour approaching flares,
The world perishes suffering and waiting,
Sedately understanding an essence.
… Eyes lay a way.
All ashes of centuries from day
Doesn't leave only me,
Being flied near, as if snow
With dwellings, roads, libraries.
I see quartz sand,
Flowing down on a bottom of hours.
… Lays down slowly, carelessly,
And time lasts infinitely …
* for "MAGERE RPG CLUB and to all admirers of DragonLance
Raistlin s eyes перевод на английский
© Copyright: Эрик Злаславский, 2010
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