Поэтический перевод произведения «А завтра - лето»,
автор исходника на русском языке – [Людмила Уварова]
Oh, well, the spring is over,
And morrow, get this, comes summer,
It wandered all year, a bummer,
Chased by a vigil’s drover.
Such beauty is just in tales,
Where else can my heart be singing?
We wi;ll not continue clinging,
To putting our joys on scales.
So let us enjoy the warmth,
And dawns will be so auspicious,
We’ll also be superstitious,
So lucky we’ve been thenceforth.
Let’s walk on the morning dew,
And dawns will be met and off-seen,
As everything one day has been, –
A happy time as we knew.
Here comes the summer
© Copyright: Александр Нагний, 2025
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