Aug. 18th, 2019 at 10:37 PM
Под осень каждый луч милей...
Грустят серебряные трубы
Прощающихся журавлей.
Как резко жизнь пошла на убыль!
Под осень дорог каждый час...
Я так твои целую губы —
Как будто бы в последний раз...
1965
How suddenly the days started growing shorter!
When it's nearly autumn, every ray of sunshine is more precious...
The silver thrombones of the departing cranes
Sing mournfully.
How suddenly life started growing shorter!
When it's nearly autumn, every hour is precious...
I kiss your lips in such a way
As if it were for the last time...
(Julia Drunina, 1965)
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