Светлой памяти нашей матери
Серебренниковой Елизаветы Леонтьевны
18 сентября 1911 -7 августа 2005
Мотылек
Л. Модзалевский
Расскажи, мотылек,
Чем живешь ты дружок?
Как тебе не устать
День-деньской все порхать?
- Я живу средь лугов
В блеске летнего дня;
Ароматы цветов
Вот вся пища моя!
Но короток мой век,
Он не долее дня;
Будь же добр, человек,
И не трогай меня!
Butterfly-1
L. Modzalevsky
Tell me, Butterfly,
How is the life treating you, my Buddy?
Haven't you tired yet?
To flit around for the whole day?
- I live among meadows
Under the shining sun;
Fragrances of flowers,
Here is all my food!
But my era is short
- It is not longer than a day;
Be kind, Good Fellow,
And don't touch me.
L. Modzalevsky
Tell me, Butterfly,
How is the life treating you, my Buddy?
Haven't you tired yet?
To flit around for the whole day?
- I live among meadows
Under the shining sun;
Fragrances of flowers,
Here is all my food!
But my era is short
- It is not longer than a day;
Be kind, Good Fellow,
And don't touch me.
Butterfly-2
L. Modzalevsky
Tell me, my Butterfly
How are getting you by?
Haven't you tired now,
To flit all day around?
"I dwell amongst the meadows
In the dazzling sun fire;
And flavors of the flowers
Is the only my diet.
But my life is like a dream
It is less than a day;
So, be kind Pilgrim
And let me fly away"
L. Modzalevsky
Tell me, my Butterfly
How are getting you by?
Haven't you tired now,
To flit all day around?
"I dwell amongst the meadows
In the dazzling sun fire;
And flavors of the flowers
Is the only my diet.
But my life is like a dream
It is less than a day;
So, be kind Pilgrim
And let me fly away"
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