Журчат ручьи. Любовь Орлова.
Перевела Журчат Ручьи . Признаюсь советские песни наших предков очень сложные и по смыслу и по музыкальному богатству. "Brooks bubble bright". Down the boulevard a stranger was walking. Birds were singing their April tunes. With a case in hands he roamed, not talking. The black briefcase was his respected friend... Walking down the street, breathing the air, he was defying absolutely all. His unhappy face betrayed despair. Spring was scorned by him- was obvious to all. He thinks that Spring is worthless and a waste. The birds’ tunes are so silly, out of place. And melting streams are bullshit, nothing else. Yes, yes, nothing else! Brooks bubble bright! Rays gleam with light! Ice thaws away and hearts are melting! Even a stump, in April’s clump, dreams being a birch under rain pelting. A merry bee’s sound buzzes spring’s alarm. First starlings shout with glee from every tree... They squeal shrilly tweet-tweet-tweety “Spring marches on! Make way for Love and Spring!”
Перевела Журчат Ручьи . Признаюсь советские песни наших предков очень сложные и по смыслу и по музыкальному богатству. "Brooks bubble bright". Down the boulevard a stranger was walking. Birds were singing their April tunes. With a case in hands he roamed, not talking. The black briefcase was his respected friend... Walking down the street, breathing the air, he was defying absolutely all. His unhappy face betrayed despair. Spring was scorned by him- was obvious to all. He thinks that Spring is worthless and a waste. The birds’ tunes are so silly, out of place. And melting streams are bullshit, nothing else. Yes, yes, nothing else! Brooks bubble bright! Rays gleam with light! Ice thaws away and hearts are melting! Even a stump, in April’s clump, dreams being a birch under rain pelting. A merry bee’s sound buzzes spring’s alarm. First starlings shout with glee from every tree... They squeal shrilly tweet-tweet-tweety “Spring marches on! Make way for Love and Spring!”