Перевод для фестиваля-конкурса «Голоса поэзии»
The steam of a chilly morning
Is breezing a bracing wind.
My next door man’s so-calling
Is Proudly stand when we meet
he couldn’t wait for a night,
The darkness of silent land -
He’ll put on the jacket tight,
Hasting the date, first hand
He is the greatest. No doubt.
Today he’s not in the mood
All day he was working so hard.
Wintry coaches he dumped and moved
Flashing look in a window around
Is Walking alone. A shadow-mate
Has a known voice. Now I hear the sound
And the petty smell I can’t forget.
I ve seen ‘em long-long ago.
I’d like to meet ‘em again.
The Stranger appears Next door.
With drill’s sound I cannot stand.
The Man next door перевод стихотворения Сосед
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