• Язык:
    Болгарский (Български)

В опустелия дом

По стенам опустевшего дома...

В опустелия дом, по стените,
само мяркат се сенки студени,
и безсилно ридаят дошлите
гноми в своите нови владения.

По стени, по бюфети, по маси
всеки може с очи да ги види.
Те немилвани от светлина са
и в безрадостна нощ са обвити.

А телцата им, болни и слаби,
тук трептяха в унило безсилие
до мига, без стопанин оставил
тази къща, доскоро щастлива.

Мрачно-душни са празните стаи,
тишината е все по-печална.
Да, от тях задуши се стопанинът
в свойта тъмна готическа спалня.

Погребалните свещи - ги взеха.
Отшумя и прощалният помен.
Тук остана на думите ехото,
плач, ридание, упреци, спомен.

В опустелия дом, по стените,
само мяркат се сенки студени.
И безсилно ридаят дошлите
гноми в своите нови владения.

Другие переводы:

А вот еще:

Children song

Why is that quinsy's mouth red like fire? / Isn't it because it's chewing betel? / Let the new fiancee of my father / Hurry up so they can meet each other / He'll extend to her a hearty welcome, / Welcome her with rice, he will not hit her. / It's my mother who will poke her eyes o...


Dear girl, your cheeks are soft and tender, / And your breasts, like little hills, are slender, / / Fall in love with me and from this instance / We will never live apart in distance. / / My piragua, we will board together, / And the wind will set our sail untethered. / / ...


Beautiful lassies, we are you now? / You who don't answer me anymore / You who forgot all about me; / Left me behind - now my weakened voice / Wakes up the echo in vain. / / Have you been eaten by angry beasts? / Or by your lovers you're being kept? / Go on, answer me dearest...

The Giraffe

Today you are gazing especially sadly, my love, / Your hands seem so slim when they weakly embrace your knees. / So, listen, far away, an exquisite giraffe / Is wandering near the lake Chad among other African beasts. / / Such slenderness, sweet bliss are lavishly given to him. / H...

The Giraffe

Today I see that your look is particularly sad, / And your hands are particularly fragile, clasped over your knees. / Just listen: far, far away, on Lake Chad / Roams a proud giraffe. / / He has been blessed with gracefulness and bliss, / His hide is decorated with a magical patter...

The Streetcar Gone Astray

I was walking along an unfamiliar street, / And suddenly heard a cawing of crows, / And resonant lutes, and distant rumbling, / - Before me a streetcar flew. / / How I leapt to its platform / Was a riddle to me, / Even in the light of day / It left a fiery trail in the air. ...