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Точно, спасибо. Я все же умудрилась досочинить "Балладу". Правда, эквивалента "вассалу" так и не придумала. Увы. И последний куплет мне такого жару задал! Раз 10 переделывала, и все равно как-то не очень.<img src="images/smilies/frown.gif" border="0" alt=""> Ну ладно, что есть, то есть...
Tell me, faithfulness, simply tell:
Why do hearts fly down on your hand?
How was he with you till the end?
Your devoted son, loyal-hearted son,
Golden-haired son.
Tell me, sullen death, simply tell:
How among the ice and the colds
Could he hear your treacherous call?
How could I suffer defeat
From your shadow wings, cold and heavy wings?
Look, brother, can you see?
Our souls were intertwined.
My heart is struggling free
To follow yours but roads vary.
But time will cure the pain -
There, in the blissful realm beyond
Our hands will meet again
And sun will rise in shining gold.
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