~ перевод "Прекрасного далёка" Юрия Энтина
I hear a voice from the Wondrous Faraway,
morning voice, crisp with silver dew.
I hear a voice, and a welcoming pathway
spins my head as the carousel would do.
Chorus:
O, Wondrous Faraway, cast me not away,
don't be a heartless stranger—I beg you, please.
From my deepest longing now springs this journey,
the trail I'm blazing is the Wondrous Faraway.
I hear a voice from the Wondrous Faraway,
beckoning to lands untouched by grief.
I hear a voice, and it's asking right away:
"What today—to the future—can you give?”
Chorus
I swear to be kinder and purer
and never leave my friend in need;
I hear a voice, and I'm nearing the future,
Unfolding right below my running feet.
Chorus
Yuri Entin - The Woundrous Faraway
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