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    Английский (English)

Consolation

Утешение

From the grave
you hear wonderful bells,
you smell
the whitest lilies.

From the grave
you sec God’s light
and the glowing flight
of seraphim’s wings.

You’re dying, yes,
your lovely hands are cold,
you don’t believe, you don’t know
how Heaven flowers,

But you’ll go there
because I’ve prayed, you’ll go
to Heaven, I know
you’ll go, I swear it.

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Елеонора В. Княжева
    Comfort
  • Алексей Ткаченко-Гастев
    Comfort
  • Болгарский
    Румяна Веселинова Фалк
    Утешение
  • Георги Василев Динински
    Утешение
  • Немецкий
    Эрик Бёрнер
    Trost
  • Грузинский
    Василий Гулеури
    ნუგეში

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