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The Giraffe

Жираф

Today, I can see that your glance is especially sad,
And your hands are especially frail and your hair especially a mess.
There, there now… Just listen… far, far away, on Lake Chad
Roams a proud and graceful giraffe…

An exquisite figure and a leisurely life are his boon
An intricate pattern adorns his hide,
A beauty that can only be rivaled by the brilliant moon
Whose light breaks on the surface of trembling waters.

He looks like a colorful sail if you look from afar,
His running— He glides like a seagull through the salty air.
Oh, I know about wonders… Before the first evening star,
His silhouette sails through the sunset to land at the top of the great rock.

Please listen, I'll take you to hundreds of mysterious lands,
I'll tell you about the dark maids and their darker swain
You don’t see it? You’ve breathed in the heavy fog for far too long,
You don't want to believe in anything but the rain.

Then what kind of words should I use to describe to you, child,
Distant lands, straight-standing palms, the fragrant grasses…
Are you crying? There, there now… Just listen… down at Lake Chad,
Roams a proud and graceful giraffe…

The version here exists only on this page.
I took 4 different translations and bled them together. Of course, my favorite part is…


Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Ольга Слободкина
    Giraffe
  • Алисса Гиллеспи
    Giraffe
  • Стефен Додсон
    Giraffe
  • Марианна Кауфман
    Giraffe
  • Джеймс Скоттс
    The Giraffe
  • Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
    The Giraffe
  • Фёдор Манин
    Giraffe
  • Тамара Вардомская
    The Giraffe
  • Дон Магер
    Giraffe
  • Маша Блох
    The Giraffe
  • Ричард Маккейн
    Giraffe
  • Миша Руднев
    Giraffe
  • Алексей Ткаченко-Гастев
    The Giraffe
  • Бабр
    Giraffe
  • Катарина Гилберт
    The Giraffe
  • Александр Шаумян
    The Giraffe
  • Малькольм Линдси
    The Giraffe
  • Александр Ситницкий
    The Giraffe
  • Болгарский
    Бойко Ламбовски
    Жираф
  • Иврит
    Макар Свирепый
    ג`ירפ
  • Лиля Голдовская
    ג`ירפ
  • Испанский
    Луис Гомес де Аранда, Елена Курченко
    Jirafa
  • Эрнесто Эрнандес Бусто, Хосе Мануэль Прието
    Jirafa
  • Амайя Лакаса, Рафаэль Руис де ла Кеста
    La Jirafa
  • Ксения Дьяконова, Хосе Матео
    La Jirafa
  • Итальянский
    Мануэла Витторелли
    La Giraffa
  • Алекс Бронштейн
    Giraffa
  • Амедео Анелли
    La giraffa
  • Каталанский
    Джулия Феррер, Ричард Сан Винсенте
    La Girafa
  • Китайский
    Хуа Ли
    长颈鹿
  • Ван Чжао Цзянь
    长颈鹿
  • Немецкий
    Борис Брайнин
    Die Giraffe
  • Ирмгард Вилле
    Die Giraffe
  • Словацкий
    Ян Квапил
    Žirafa
  • Украинский
    Наталия Горишная
    Жирафа
  • Максим Стриха
    Жираф
  • Французский
    Екатерина Литвиненко
    La Girafe
  • Хорватский
    Фикрет Цацан
    Žirafa
  • Эсперанто
    Татьяна Аудерская
    La Ĝirafo
  • Эстонский
    Калью Кангур
    Kaelkirjak
  • Уно Лахт
    Kaelkirjak
  • Андрес Эхин
    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

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