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Parfois j'ai peur
D'être une gosse en pleine erreur
De suivre bêtement des choix que d'autres voulaient pour moi
De ne pas écouter vraiment
Pas exaucer vraiment
Ce que ma voix d'enfant me hurle derrière le mur des grands

Tumulte

A Red, Red Rose
Robert Burns

O, my love is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June
O, my love's like a melody
That's sweetly played in tune

My beautiful prince, can I offer you wings
I'll show what land looks like from above,
My beautiful prince, can I offer you drinks
Which'll make you forget everything but love

Listen to my heart it's beating for you,
Look into my eyes there's nothing but you,
Taste into my mouth so sweet and so new,

Christopher John Brennan

If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.

Were spirits free from mortal mesh

It’s quarter to nine
Dinner time
Come and try
Dundellion wine
Moon will shine
Bluebells chime
It’s a crime
Dundellion wine

Vvelios
Santerio,
Sa
Santareo aa

Silar Ieqo
Tilureo ar
To sainteri ar

Fays and Fairies haste away!
This is Harriet's holiday:
Bring the lyre, and bring the lute,
Bring the sweetly-breathing flute;
Wreaths of cowslips hither bring,
All the honours of the spring;
Adorn the grot with all that's gay,
Fays and Fairies haste away.

Up the airy mountain
Down the rushy glen,
Bridget walks a-chanting
Not heeding little men;

By the craggy hill-side,
Through the mosses bare,
They have planted thorn trees

Человеку грешно гордиться,
Человека ничтожна сила,
Над землею когда-то птица
Человека сильней царила.

По утрам выходила рано
К берегам крутым океана
И глотала целые скалы,

I saw thee weep---the big bright tear
Came o'er that eye of blue;
And then methought it did appear
A violet dropping dew:
I saw thee smile---the sapphire's blaze
Beside thee ceased to shine;
It could not match the living rays
That filled that glance of thine.

Эвентур - Раскрытое Бриллиантом

Robot 2-ый том
Автор: Haccan
Английское название: Eventyr - What The Diamond Discovered
Японское название:
Дата издания: 2005
Дата перевода: 07.02.2008

Alfred Tennyson

When will the stream be aweary of flowing
Under my eye?
When will the wind be aweary of blowing
Over the sky?
When will the clouds be aweary of fleeting?
When will the heart be aweary of beating?

The leaves was long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinuviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.

As we marched down to faneri-o
As we marched down to faneri-o
Our captain fell n love with a lady like a dove
And they called her name, pretty peggy-o
Come a runnin' down the stairs, pretty peggy-o
Come a runnin' down the stairs, pretty peggy-o
Come a runnin' down the stairs, combin' back
Your yellow hair

Philomel, with melody
Sing in our sweet lullaby

You spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen
Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong,
Come not near our fairy queen.

Little Princess Mee
Lovely was she
As in elven-song is told:
She had pearls in hair
All threaded fair;
Of gossamer shot with gold
Was her kerchief made,
And a silver braid

Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.

All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair

Под Новый год, под Новый год
сбываются все сказки.
Олени вот под Новый год
гуляют без опаски.
Пусть говорят: такого нет,
такого не бывает.
Кружится в небе белый снег
и ветки укрывает.

Река звенит, река поет
О деве прежних лет...
Мерцала мантия ее
И серебрился след.
А кудри нежною волной
Струились до колен,
Сияя, как сиял весной
Цветущий Лориен.

Эвентур - Два Волшебника и Два Заклинания


Состояние: Перевод завершен


Robot 1-ый том
Автор: Haccan

"The Dole of the King’s Daughter"
by Oscar Wilde

Seven stars in the still water,
And seven in the sky;
Seven sins on the King’s daughter,
Deep in her soul to lie.

К этим гулким морским берегам,
Осеянным холодною синью,
Я пришла по сожжённым лугам
И ступни мои пахнут полынью.

Запах мяты в моих волосах
И движеньем измяты одежды.
Веткой масличной, дикой, в цветах,

Upon the edge of forest green,
Perchance you’ve walked, you may have seen,
Tiny rings of cloverleaf,
And dared not wonder what’s beneath.

Well I shall tell you of a tale,
That happened neath a moon so pale,
I walked along where none could see,

The Green Bowl
Amy Lowell

This little bowl is like a mossy pool
In a Spring wood, where dogtooth violets grow
Nodding in chequered sunshine of trees;
A quiet place, still, with the sound of birds,

The True Knowledge by Oscar Wilde

Thou knowest all; I seek in vain
What lands to till or sow with seed-
The land is black with briar and weed,
Nor cares for falling tears or rain.

Thou knowest all; I sit and wait

To My Sister
William Wordsworth

It's the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before
The redbreast sings from the tall larch
That stands beside our door.

WATER-LILIES by Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Come away, Elves, while the dew is sweet,

Come to the dingles where Fairies meet;

Know that the lilies have spread their bells

It was a winter such as when birds die
In the deep forests; and the fishes lie
Stiffened in the translucent ice, which makes
Even the mud and slime of the warm lakes
A wrinkled clod as hard as brick; and when,
Among their children, comfortable men
Gather about great fires, and yet feel cold:
Alas then for the homeless beggar old!

Hin hin
Hey

Encore un réveil sous la pluie
ch ça j'déteste ça (J'aime pas ça)
J'aime pas quand dehors c'est tout gris
Ça m'rend comme ci comme ça

Гнев Бога поразил наш мир.
Гром с неба свет потряс. И трус
не смеет пить вина. Смолкает брачный пир,
чертог трещит, и потолочный брус
ломает пол. Хор плачет лир.
Трус в трещину земли ползёт как червь.
Дрожит земля. Бег волн срывает вервь.
По водам прыгают разбитые суда.

Жито жала уколола ножечку

Вересинка укажи дорожечку

Вересиночка четыре прутика

Уведут так не видать рекрутика

Вот этот дом...
Сколько нам было лет?
Сны об оставленных днях –
Разноцветный коллаж.
Мы, разомлев от безделья,
Поднимались к тебе
Мимо исписанных стен
На последний этаж...

Дили-дон!
Разойдётся звон,
Покатится солнышко
Под зелёный лес.

Дили-дон!
Сизой тенью
Над городом дым

Марина Цветаева "Вчера ещё..."

Вчера еще в глаза глядел,
А нынче - все косится в сторону!
Вчера еще до птиц сидел, -
Все жаворонки нынче - вороны!

Я глупая, а ты умен,