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    Английский (English)

Comfort

Утешение

He that has been burried
Hears a glorious chime,
Smells the whitest lilies
In his dream beyond time.

He that in his grave lies
Sees an endless light
As the wings of Seraphs
Shed their snow-flakes bright.

You are on your death-bed
And your hands are cold.
Do you know what spring will
To your eyes unfold?

By my earnest prayer
Eden pure and true
Granted you forgiveness.
This I swear to you.


Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Елеонора В. Княжева
    Comfort
  • Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
    Consolation
  • Болгарский
    Румяна Веселинова Фалк
    Утешение
  • Георги Василев Динински
    Утешение
  • Немецкий
    Эрик Бёрнер
    Trost
  • Грузинский
    Василий Гулеури
    ნუგეში

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