Lyrics Алан Рикман - 130 сонет Шекспира
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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white; why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go -
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Глаза моей возлюбленной совсем не похожи на солнце;
Коралл гораздо краснее, чем красный цвет ее губ;
если снег - белый, то почему тогда ее груди бурого цвета;
если волосы сравнивать с проволокой, то у нее на голове
растет черная проволока.
Я видел дамасские розы, красные и белые,
но никаких роз я не нахожу в ее щеках,
и есть ароматы приятнее,
чем дух, исходящий от моей возлюбленной.
Я люблю слушать, как она говорит, и все же мне хорошо
известно,
что у музыки гораздо более приятный звук.
Признаю, что никогда не видел, как ходят богини,
моя _же_ возлюбленная, когда ходит, _тяжело_ ступает по земле.
И все же, клянусь небом, я полагаю, что моя любовь
не уступит красотой
любой женщине, оболганной фальшивыми сравнениями.
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white; why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go -
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Глаза моей возлюбленной совсем не похожи на солнце;
Коралл гораздо краснее, чем красный цвет ее губ;
если снег - белый, то почему тогда ее груди бурого цвета;
если волосы сравнивать с проволокой, то у нее на голове
растет черная проволока.
Я видел дамасские розы, красные и белые,
но никаких роз я не нахожу в ее щеках,
и есть ароматы приятнее,
чем дух, исходящий от моей возлюбленной.
Я люблю слушать, как она говорит, и все же мне хорошо
известно,
что у музыки гораздо более приятный звук.
Признаю, что никогда не видел, как ходят богини,
моя _же_ возлюбленная, когда ходит, _тяжело_ ступает по земле.
И все же, клянусь небом, я полагаю, что моя любовь
не уступит красотой
любой женщине, оболганной фальшивыми сравнениями.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white; why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that my mistress reeks.
Yet I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go -
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
The eyes of my beloved are not at all like the sun;
Coral is much redder than the red color of its lips;
if the snow is white, then why is her chest brown;
if you compare hair with wire, then on her head
growing black wire.
I saw damask roses, red and white,
but no roses I find in her cheeks,
and there are more pleasant flavors
than the spirit coming from my beloved.
I like to listen as she speaks, and yet I feel good
known
that music has a much more pleasant sound.
I admit that I have never seen a goddess walk,
my __e_ beloved, when she walks, _hears on the ground.
And yet, by the sky, I believe that my love
will not give way to beauty
to any woman slandered by false comparisons.
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white; why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that my mistress reeks.
Yet I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go -
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
The eyes of my beloved are not at all like the sun;
Coral is much redder than the red color of its lips;
if the snow is white, then why is her chest brown;
if you compare hair with wire, then on her head
growing black wire.
I saw damask roses, red and white,
but no roses I find in her cheeks,
and there are more pleasant flavors
than the spirit coming from my beloved.
I like to listen as she speaks, and yet I feel good
known
that music has a much more pleasant sound.
I admit that I have never seen a goddess walk,
my __e_ beloved, when she walks, _hears on the ground.
And yet, by the sky, I believe that my love
will not give way to beauty
to any woman slandered by false comparisons.