Рецензия на «Королева» (Екатерина Зверева)

The drink was finished - well, let it be so.
She doesn’t see the envious looks now.
To laugh, to joke, to rejoice, but how? –
There not the mental forces long ago.

And the Queen wanna love and not regret!
But who’s around – they can only guzzle,
And the blunt glances of the sleepy muzzles.
Jump up, exclaim, rush off and forget!

But the Queen was forced live another day
In vain – in her life so all the time.
The beauty wilts sans the love and not shine –
This beauty that at the birth God her gave.

So where is he – who’s she waits many years?
She waits and she believes and she so hopes,
Perhaps, he got lost without the right road,
But no one sees – on her face flow the tears.

And in the little hands the rose wilts,
The broach – she’s fading on the attire,
And her heart – it is bleeding and it’s dying,
Though the smile’s trembling on her lips...

Кирилл Ивницкий   13.06.2017 12:49   •   Заявить о нарушении