У меня тут новое хобби появилось. Перевожу стихи с русского на английский. Замахнулась тут вчера на Есенина.
Gorgeous fire spreads out blue flames.
Lovely homeland is fully forgotten.
First time love in my songs has been claimed.
And first time I don't scream with a bottle.
In the past I was deserted yard.
I was greedy for women and wodka.
I got tired of drunkenness, dance
And of losing my life... fucking goddamn...
I just want to be looking at you,
To see depth in your brown-golden eyes.
I just want you to say "don't love you"
To the all of your previous boys.
Lightly posed you are stepping so sweet.
If you'd think from your dumb stubborn heart,
That the hooligan's love can just treat
And his soul can be totally trapped.
I would never drink more in the pubs,
I would never write any more poem
For a sake being grabbed in your arms
And your hair, which is colored like autumn.
I would follow you any your way,
If you go faraway or just shorter.
First time love in my songs has been claimed.
And first time I don't scream with a bottle
