In a churchyard by a river
Lazing in the haze of midday
Laughing in the grasses and the graves
Yellow bird, you are not long
In singing and in flying on
In laughing and in leaving
Willow weeping in the water
Waving to the river daughters
Swaying in the ripples and the reeds
On a trip to Cirrus Minor
Saw a crater in the Sun
A thousand miles of moonlight later
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На погосте над рекою -
Лень в полуденной истоме,
Смех среди лужаек и могил.
Иволга не одинока
В пении, в своем полете,
В том, что позабыта и смешна.
Ива плачет и кивает
Дочерям речным — русалкам,
И, качаясь, клонится к воде.
В облака ведет тропинка.
Пятна видишь ты на солнце.
И — в пространстве заплутавший лунный свет...
In a churchyard by a river
Lazing in the haze of midday
Laughing in the grasses and the graves
Yellow bird, you are not long
In singing and in flying on
In laughing and in leaving
Willow weeping in the water
Waving to the river daughters
Swaying in the ripples and the reeds
On a trip to Cirrus Minor
Saw a crater in the Sun
A thousand miles of moonlight later
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On the churchyard over the river -
Laziness in the midday languor,
Laughter among lawns and graves.
The Oriole is not alone
Singing, flying
That is forgotten and funny.
Willow cries and nods
To river daughters - mermaids,
And, swinging, leaning towards the water.
A path leads to the clouds.
You see spots in the sun.
And - in space, the lost moonlight ...
