Текст песни Шекспир - Сонет 12

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Does the chime of the clock sound and time drives
Or petal by petal withers,
I see how a cheerful day is drowning in darkness,
Like black curl mixed with silver, -

When I see a bare grove -
It used to be, in the heat, a refuge for herds -
Like the greens of summer, a whitened old man,
Having mowed in stacks, he puts it in a row, -

Then the question always torments me:
Will your wonderful appearance die,
How beauty melts here just as soon
How does a new one grow in front of her?

You cannot overcome the braids of times
Without passing on beauty to the offspring.

Translated by M. Tchaikovsky