K.Georgiev, A Fly - Translation (Rus., Bulg.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

K.Georgiev, A Fly - Translation (Rus., Bulg.)



By Krasimir Georgiev

Well-known is the sad fate of a fly:
Once it at dawn streches out the coloured wings,
Washing his face with dew a little,
Then quickly at sunset it burns in fire.

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My translation in russian:

http: //www.stihi.ru/2012/04/02/9204

The original poem in bulgarian:

http: //www.stihi.ru/2011/05/15/9070

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