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Giraffe

Жираф

Today, I can see that your glance is especially sad,
And hands are especially thin and the hair if up fluff.
Hey, listen, as far as in Africa, down at lake Chad
Is walking a graceful Giraffe.

He's owing that elegance, slender and languor he is,
Such beautiful patterns are shimmering over his skin,
That only the Moon can be drawing a similar fleece
On fluttering water of lakes with the tidiest sheen.

He looks like a colorful sail if you look from afar,
His running is smooth as the flight of a hovering hawk.
I know about wonders in sight of the first evening star
When he hides in his grotto of marble on top of great rock.

Please listen, I'll take you to hundreds of mystery tours,
I'll tell about witches in love, who are going insane.
But all you would do is just sigh without reason and mourn.
Not ever believing in anything other than rain.

And how do I tell about garden within a rosebud,
Which opens it petals under the light of the Plough…
You're crying?.. Please listen, down at lake Chad,
Is walking a graceful Giraffe…


Другие переводы:

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    Ольга Слободкина
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  • Фёдор Манин
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  • Стефен Додсон
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  • Джеймс Скоттс
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  • Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
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  • Алисса Гиллеспи
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  • Тамара Вардомская
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  • Дон Магер
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  • Маша Блох
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  • Марианна Кауфман
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  • Ричард Маккейн
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  • Миша Руднев
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  • Алексей Ткаченко-Гастев
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  • Бренди Вермильон
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  • Катарина Гилберт
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  • Александр Шаумян
    The Giraffe
  • Малькольм Линдси
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  • Александр Ситницкий
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  • Болгарский
    Бойко Ламбовски
    Жираф
  • Иврит
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    ג`ירפ
  • Лиля Голдовская
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  • Испанский
    Луис Гомес де Аранда, Елена Курченко
    Jirafa
  • Ксения Дьяконова, Хосе Матео
    La Jirafa
  • Амайя Лакаса, Рафаэль Руис де ла Кеста
    La Jirafa
  • Эрнесто Эрнандес Бусто, Хосе Мануэль Прието
    Jirafa
  • Итальянский
    Алекс Бронштейн
    Giraffa
  • Мануэла Витторелли
    La Giraffa
  • Амедео Анелли
    La giraffa
  • Каталанский
    Джулия Феррер, Ричард Сан Винсенте
    La Girafa
  • Китайский
    Ван Чжао Цзянь
    长颈鹿
  • Хуа Ли
    长颈鹿
  • Немецкий
    Борис Брайнин
    Die Giraffe
  • Ирмгард Вилле
    Die Giraffe
  • Словацкий
    Ян Квапил
    Žirafa
  • Украинский
    Наталия Горишная
    Жирафа
  • Максим Стриха
    Жираф
  • Французский
    Ирина Канычева
    Girafe
  • Екатерина Литвиненко
    La Girafe
  • Хорватский
    Фикрет Цацан
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  • Эсперанто
    Татьяна Аудерская
    La Ĝirafo
  • Эстонский
    Калью Кангур
    Kaelkirjak
  • Андрес Эхин
    Kaelkirjak
  • Уно Лахт
    Kaelkirjak
  • Японский
    Кадзуя Гошима
    キリン
  • Новонорвежский
    Ю Эгген
    Giraffen
  • Персидский
    Автор неизвестен
    زرافه
  • Греческий
    Виктория Бонарева, Василис Чоулиарас
    Καμηλοπάρδαλη
  • Турецкий
    Атаол Бехрамоглу
    Çad Gölü Şiirleri
  • Португальский
    Фабио Малавоглия
    A Girafa
  • Джерсийский
    Герайнт Дженнигс
    Girafe

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