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Soneto

Сонет

Tal vez estoy enfermo... Hay brumas en mi corazon.
Todo me aburre... La gente y sus cuentos.
Sueno con los regios diamantes
y con un ancho yagatan ensangrentado.

Me parece que mi abuelo debia ser
un tartaro de ojos rasgados,
o quiza el huno cruel... y el aliento de la herencia
venida a traves de siglos, me posee.

Quedo mudo y ansioso... Se borran los muros,
y veo el mar rizado de blancas espumas,
y la roca de granito, banada de sol.

Veo la ciudad con sus cupulas azules,
sus jardines florecidos de jazmines...
?Alli luchamos, y alli fui muerto yo!...


Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Евгений Бонвер
    Sonnet
  • Испанский
    Хосе Матео, Ксения Дьяконова
    Soneto
  • Немецкий
    Ирмгард Вилле
    Sonett
  • Грузинский
    Василий Гулеури
    სონეტი
  • Азербайджанский
    Гейдар Оруджев
    Sonet
  • Джерсийский
    Герайнт Дженнигс
    Sonnet

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