Это английский вариант моего стихотворения
"Женщина-Скрипа рассохлась в футляре..."
http://www.stihi.ru/2009/10/03/644
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Woman-Violin broken and torn in her case.
No one for years has held her in their hands.
Her strings are now loosened, her heart is now closed,
And all in her life has been buried and lost.
But the Master will come, pick her up in his hands,
He will heal all the scratches, he'll repair the dents.
She will lean on his shoulder, caressing his cheek,
While his graceful bow makes love to her strings.
Once forgotten and silenced, she is singing again,
And the sound of music's rushing fast through her veins.
No more crying and sadness, only smiles and joy.
With her beautiful soul she's igniting the world.
In a passionate fusion of two tender hearts
The song of their love will be chanted at last!
2009
Это была моя первая и последняя попытка писать стихи на английском.
Нет другого такого языка, который бы мог выразить все тонкости
человеческой души так, как русский!!!