#vertinsky

Я опять посылаю письмо и тихонько целую страницы И, открыв Ваши злые духи, я вдыхаю их сладостный хмель. И тогда мне так ясно видны эти черные тонкие птицы, Что летят из флакона - на юг, из флакона "Nuit de Noёl".

Aleksandr Vertinsky

"The Blue Tulip"/"The Sailors"

( translation draft)

The sailors sang of an island

Where the blue tulip grows

An enormous and angry giant

This flower of remarkable height

And I sipped my bitter beer

I smiled from the depths of my soul

So rare to hear beautiful singing

On this godforsaken earth

With a few simple notes the guitar

Filled the gaps between words

It gave me a careless reminder

That music is much like love

That music is much like love...

Some faces blurred around me

The guitar drifted far

The sailors of a bird sang to me

That has pity on wretched ones

Her servant is an old parrot

And her feathers are glittering glass

She opens the gate to sailors

That may enter the Paradise

It's a difficult world for those

That live through songs alone

I'll be a poet no longer

I want to leave for the sea...

Vertinsky vs Nomi

Who would win?

>can't reach

Александр Вертинский. Матросы

Aleksandr Vertinsky

"The Blue Tulip"/"The Sailors"

( translation by me)

The sailors sang of an island

Where the blue tulip grows

An enormous and angry giant

This flower of remarkable height

And I sipped my bitter beer

I smiled from the depths of my soul

So rare to hear beautiful singing

On this godforsaken earth

With a few simple notes the guitar

Filled the gaps between words

It gave me a careless reminder

That music is much like love

That music is much like love...

Some faces blurred around me

The guitar drifted far

"There is a bird" sang the sailors

"That has pity on wretched ones"

Her servant's a grey old parrot

Her feathers glittering glass

She opens the door for sailors

That may enter the Paradise.

It's a difficult world for those

That live through their songs alone

I won't be a poet no longer

I'd rather travel the seas