Текст песни Юрий Моисеев - Диане Гамидовой - Уильям Шекспир, сонет 86

His verse is a mighty nozzle,
Carrying to you, -
All the plans in me buried
Utrobe making the urn sobility?
His hand writing
Taught some kind of spirit, devoid of body,
On timby mouth puts printing,
Having achieved in the skill of your limit?
Oh no, neither he nor a friendly spirit
His night adviser is disembodied -
So could not stranger my hearing
And fear to hit my gift is verbal.
But if you do not go to him,
My verse, like a house, is open and empty.

Translation S. Marshak