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Cлово "EARTH"
1. * * * (Whether to look for you on earth)
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2. Варианты "Песня о Земле" (Кто сказал: "Все сгорело дотла...", на английском — "Song About Earth")
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1. * * * (Whether to look for you on earth)
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Часть текста: Whether to look for you on earth - I don't know if you're dead or you live - Or about you in the evening I should for you, departed, grieve. All is for you: and the daily prayer And the sleeplessness' swooning flame And the white flock of my poems And my eyes' blue violent flame. No one was dearer to me, no one, No one left me this bereft, Not even he who betrayed me to torment, Not even he who caressed, then left.
2. Варианты "Песня о Земле" (Кто сказал: "Все сгорело дотла...", на английском — "Song About Earth")
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Часть текста: Варианты "Песня о Земле" (Кто сказал: "Все сгорело дотла...", на английском — "Song About Earth") После 5 куплета исполнялось: Кто сказал: "Всё сгорело дотла, Больше в землю не бросите семя!"? Кто сказал, что Земля умерла? Нет, она затаилась на время! Кто сказал, что Земля умерла? Нет, она затаилась на время! Кто поверил, что Землю сожгли?! Нет, она затаилась на время... На английском — "Song About Earth" Who could say: "All was burned to a crisp, Earth will never again be fertile!"? Who could say that it ceased to exist? No, it quieted down for a while. Earth of motherhood try to bereave — It"s as hard as to empty an ocean. Who believes Earth was burned, who believes? No, it blackened of grief and commotion. Gash-like trenches are running across. Gaping wide, crater wounds never cured, Laying bare all Earth"s bare nerves, Which unspeakable pain have endured. It"ll wait, it"ll bear anything, — Called a cripple will hardly be ever! Who would argue that Earth doesn"t sing? Who would say it"s been silenced forever?! No! It muffles its groans in a call, Every wound of it sings, every hole! Earth is our soul, after all, — How can boots trample down a soul?! Who believes Earth was burned, who believes? No, it quieted down for a while... Translated by Eugenia Weinstein http://www.interlog.com/~eugeniav/vysotsky.html 1969