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Мой город


22 дек 2022 · 11:11    



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Всем привет! В эфире МикроМегаС. Предлагаю вашему вниманию свой собственный перевод своего же стихотворения на английский язык. Знаю, что обычно переводят с каких-то других языков на русский, но я поступил именно так, как поступил. Пару раз читал это стихотворение в ресторане, где было полно иностранцев и знаете, они реально слушали☝️



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MY CITY

My city know is great deal music

But me to sing is only one.

When i to be is melancolic

And golden parking i'm to go.

And, listening to his beauty ballad,

I forget abaut everything.

I do not need so nathing else

I think to wot i saving it.

Balm well speel onto in my soul

The old of castle silent haith.

At sheep in bay a suim tu him it,

My sadeness his is wistl sails

And Torgils Knutsson proud of posture

In Europe reproof is to look.

So any aprose givs a rebuff

Disedeness send to mute reproath

The holi Olaf cloister house

Disturbing unds of very fresh.

Their stronge to know is everibody

But stranhce has spirit from a Piotr.

He hitself a difaid oblivion

And looks the distance over board.

So brave of self to sacrifaising

Above so rased many face.

Beeside on round tower pavement

Echoes sleeping many times.

Born in the hard and hottest battle

It rashes at the hourses shoose.

To rain of working leisurelly

In back to streets without hidins

And in the parklef fal so feering

In winter flashes hari him.

Well go and i to leasting town -

The noize of bay and sea gall cry.

Is not so very young my Vyborg,

But by no mins an ansient.

My sity brings me luck and ancient,

I praude is ceep for him to care.

I live him wiht and lauf and crying,

Its very very stronge him love…

Спасибо за внимание!



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Всем привет! В эфире МикроМегаС. Предлагаю вашему вниманию свой собственный перевод своего же стихотворения на английский язык. Знаю, что обычно переводят с каких-то других языков на русский, но я поступил именно так, как поступил. Пару раз читал это стихотворение в ресторане, где было полно иностранцев и знаете, они реально слушали☝️



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MY CITY

My city know is great deal music

But me to sing is only one.

When i to be is melancolic

And golden parking i'm to go.

And, listening to his beauty ballad,

I forget abaut everything.

I do not need so nathing else

I think to wot i saving it.

Balm well speel onto in my soul

The old of castle silent haith.

At sheep in bay a suim tu him it,

My sadeness his is wistl sails

And Torgils Knutsson proud of posture

In Europe reproof is to look.

So any aprose givs a rebuff

Disedeness send to mute reproath

The holi Olaf cloister house

Disturbing unds of very fresh.

Their stronge to know is everibody

But stranhce has spirit from a Piotr.

He hitself a difaid oblivion

And looks the distance over board.

So brave of self to sacrifaising

Above so rased many face.

Beeside on round tower pavement

Echoes sleeping many times.

Born in the hard and hottest battle

It rashes at the hourses shoose.

To rain of working leisurelly

In back to streets without hidins

And in the parklef fal so feering

In winter flashes hari him.

Well go and i to leasting town -

The noize of bay and sea gall cry.

Is not so very young my Vyborg,

But by no mins an ansient.

My sity brings me luck and ancient,

I praude is ceep for him to care.

I live him wiht and lauf and crying,

Its very very stronge him love…

Спасибо за внимание!

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■ УЮТНАЯ БЕСЕДКА 23 дек 2022 в 04:55
И на английском красиво! Это же язык великого Шекспира!
■ МикроМегаС 23 дек 2022 в 06:44
Спасибо!
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