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Giraffe

Жираф

Today I can see that your look is especially sad
And your arms are especially fragile, as if made of chaff.
Listen, my dear: far away, by the shores of Lake Chad,
Roams the exquisite giraffe.

It was granted the gift of proportion, voluptuous grace,
And its skin is adorned with a pattern remarkably fine:
Only the moon, smashed to pieces, descended from space
To rock in lake water, could dare try to match its design.

From afar it resembles a caravel's colorful sail,
And its gait is as smooth as the frigatebird's radiant flight.
I know the world sees many wonders in all their detail
When it takes to a grotto of marble for refuge at night.

I know all those stories of maidens who've never been kissed
And of passionate princes who rule a mysterious plain,
But you have inhaled for too long the lugubrious mist,
You no longer desire to believe anything but the rain.

And how can I tell you of faraway creatures that pad
Among tropical palms, among flowers too fragrant by half...
You're crying? But listen: far off, by the shores of Lake Chad,
Roams the exquisite giraffe.

Другие переводы:

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    Ольга Слободкина
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  • Фёдор Манин
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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
    The Giraffe
  • Ричард Маккейн
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  • Дон Магер
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  • Маша Блох
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  • Марианна Кауфман
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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
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  • Малькольм Линдси
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  • Александр Ситницкий
    The Giraffe
  • Бабр
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  • Болгарский
    Бойко Ламбовски
    Жираф
  • Иврит
    Лиля Голдовская
    ג`ירפ
  • Макар Свирепый
    ג`ירפ
  • Испанский
    Луис Гомес де Аранда, Елена Курченко
    Jirafa
  • Амайя Лакаса, Рафаэль Руис де ла Кеста
    La Jirafa
  • Ксения Дьяконова, Хосе Матео
    La Jirafa
  • Эрнесто Эрнандес Бусто, Хосе Мануэль Прието
    Jirafa
  • Итальянский
    Амедео Анелли
    La giraffa
  • Алекс Бронштейн
    Giraffa
  • Мануэла Витторелли
    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
    Максим Стриха
    Жираф
  • Наталия Горишная
    Жирафа
  • Французский
    Екатерина Литвиненко
    La Girafe
  • Хорватский
    Фикрет Цацан
    Žirafa
  • Эсперанто
    Татьяна Аудерская
    La Ĝirafo
  • Эстонский
    Уно Лахт
    Kaelkirjak
  • Андрес Эхин
    Kaelkirjak
  • Калью Кангур
    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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