Люблю глаза твои, мой друг,
С игрой их пламенно-чудесной,
Когда их приподымешь вдруг
И, словно молнией небесной,
Окинешь бегло целый круг…
Но есть сильней очарованья:
Глаза, потупленные ниц
В минуты страстного лобзанья,
И сквозь опущенных ресниц
Угрюмый, тусклый огнь желанья.
Ф.Тютчев
А вот так - у Бьорк:
I love your eyes, my dear
their splendid, sparkling fire
when suddenly you raise them so
to cast a swift embracing glance
like lightning flashing in the sky
but there's a charm that is greater still:
when my love's eyes are lowered
when all is fired by passions kiss
and through the downcast lashes
I see the dull flame of desire
and through the downcast lashes
I see the dull flame of desire
I love your eyes, my friend,
With their fiery-wonderful game,
When you raise them suddenly
And, like lightning from heaven,
Skip the whole circle ...
But there is a stronger charm:
Downcast eyes
In moments of passionate kissing
And through lowered eyelashes
Gloomy, dull fire of desire.
F. Tyutchev
And like this - at Bjork:
I love your eyes, my dear
their splendid, sparkling fire
when suddenly you raise them so
to cast a swift embracing glance
like lightning flashing in the sky
but there's a charm that is greater still:
when my love's eyes are lowered
when all is fired by passions kiss
and through the downcast lashes
I see the dull flame of desire
and through the downcast lashes
I see the dull flame of desire
