Treasure Island

Yuri Starostin


There are the three treasured songs at the people Rasul Gamzatov

* * *
There are the three treasured songs at the people,
And in its a human grief and fun.
One of the songs is more light of all others -
It is composed by the mother over a cradle.

The second too is the song of the mothers.
By the arm ironing the ice cheeks,
They sings its over a coffin of the sons...
And the third song is the others songs.

N.Grebneva's lane
* * *
Есть три заветных песни у людей,
И в них людское горе и веселье.
Одна из песен всех других светлей -
Ее слагает мать над колыбелью.

Вторая - тоже песня матерей.
Рукою гладя щеки ледяные,
Ее поют над гробом сыновей...
А третья песня - песни остальные.

Пер. Н.Гребнева

Submitted: Saturday, April 06, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013
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