Поэтический перевод произведения «Ржавый гвоздик сомнений»
автор исходника на русском языке – [Стенограф] и [Sol Djana]
My heart again is cold and, likewise, sour.
Night-walker shadows crept, their scares to give.
Forgiving skill ’s an art of greatest power.
Oh, Lord Almighty, teach me to forgive.
To get a slap, sincerely, no doubt,
Both cheeks of mine I’d offer to efface,
At the behest I will submit throughout.
Oh, dear me! If this can be a grace?
The summer licks a melon slice, so tender,
And rocks the universe in hands thereof.
Should I to aftertaste of pride surrender,
Or set my cheeks aflame from slaps above?
The bunch of grapes, the month of Aug is drinking,
The heaven drops the starlets from the shrine,
A rusty nail of doubts of mine is sinking.
As colds of Jan trespass the summer line.
A rusty nail of doubts
© Copyright: Александр Нагний, 2026
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