Поэтический перевод произведения «Скоро - осень...»
автор исходника на русском языке – [Людмила Уварова]
Our summertime is almost over,
With some reluctance, it appears...
And round the corner, there, moreover,
The foggy dawn its pathway clears.
By autumn we are long expected.
The nights become somewhat protracted.
And days are sadder and dejected,
And just at times its shiver acted...
And days will dismally start flowing,
The sun, as to its warmth, is stingy.
And autumn’s beauty fades in showing,
Will wave its kerchief golden-wingy...
The wind will twirl and will be chasing
The dead, dry leaves along the square.
Will sigh away the doorstep facing...
A rain will shed a sudden tear.
Will accidentally start crying,
Then have a tantrum so appalling,
Alike late thunders will cock flying,
And Summer yearningly recalling...
Autumn s coming
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