Я сидел на балконе, против заспанного парка,
И смотрел на ограду из подстриженных ветвей.
Мимо шел поселянин в рыжей шляпе из поярка.
Вдалеке заливался невидимка-соловей:
«Tutto è vere sei l’anima, chi-ihc amina’l ies erev é ottuT !»
Ночь баюкала вечер, уложив его в деревья.
В парке девушки пели, — без лица и без фигур.
Точно маки сплетали новобрачной королеве,
Точно встретился с ними коробейник-балагур…
«Iiiiiiiiiiiihc amina’l ies erev è ottuuuuuuuuuuT…»
Может быть, это стоны позабывшихся монахинь?..
Может быть, это нимфы с обездоленных прудов?
Столько мук нестерпимых, целомудренных и ранних,
И щемящего смеха опозоренных родов…
«Tutto è vere sei l’anima, chi-ihc amina’l ies erev é ottuT !»
I was sitting on the balcony, against the bedspa
And looked at the fence from trimmed branches.
By walked by the middle of the middle of a flaw hat.
In the distance fell in invisible nightingale:
"TUTTO è VERE SEI L'Anima, Chi-Ihc Amina'l Ies Erev ottut!"
Night Baubal evening, putting it in the trees.
In the park, the girls sang - without face and without figures.
Exactly Maks gledged a newlywed queen,
Accurately met with them Korobechnik-Balagur ...
"IIIIIIIIIIIHC AMINA'L IES EREV è ottuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU ..."
Maybe these are moans forgotten nuns? ..
Maybe these are nymphs from disadvantaged ponds?
So much flour of unbearable, chaste and early,
And the degraded laughter of late birth ...
"TUTTO è VERE SEI L'Anima, Chi-Ihc Amina'l Ies Erev ottut!"
