2. Me and You (перевод стихотворения Н. Гумилева)
Yes, I know, I am so different, I have come from another land. And I like not the sound of guitar, But the one of zurna in hand. I don’t care about bars or salons, Gorgeous dresses or formal suits, I spell out my poems for dragons, Waterfalls, cloudy sounds of flutes… And I love – like a man in desert, Who knelt down to drink; I’m far To a Knight on a picture, so pleasant, Who is gazing to a distant star.
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