НАТАША, С ДНЕМ РОЖДЕНИЯ!!!
перевод стихотворения
Марины Гербер
"А на губах закатной горечи мускат"
http://www.stihi.ru/2009/10/05/692
The cold wind bears branches of the trees,
the sun are leaving for the rear-guard.
The feelings harden like the noose from steel.
So, why, of course, you are not guilty. But
the azure shore are meeting new tired wafe
with spume turned grey. There's hide and low tide.
You aren't the first to give a ship the name
"Hope". And you see, the day's already died.
The sun's dropped with unfinished song like this
big apple falls into the lettuce. West
wind makes steel nooses creak again. On lips
there's muscat of the sunset bitterness.