Текст песни Виктор Череповский - Диане Гамидовой - Уильям Шекспир, сонет 11

We vyanem quickly - just as we grow ,
Growing up in the offspring , a new crop .
Excess power in your heir
Consider his , cooling down the years .
Here the wisdom and beauty of the law .
And without it we would have prevailed in the world
Madness , old age until the end of time ,
And the world would disappear in six decades .
Let the one who lives and land is not nice -
Faceless , rough - perish irrevocably .
And you get such gifts
What you can return them repeatedly .
You cut neatly , like a seal ,
For centuries your print to convey.

Translation by S. Marshak