Текст песни Игорь Озеров - Шекспир, Сонет 21

I do not compete with the creators I od ,
Who painted goddesses
The gift portrayed sky
With all of the land and the ocean blue .

Let them for decoration stanzas
Solid in verse , arguing among themselves ,
On the sky the stars , wreaths of flowers ,
On precious land and sea.

In love and in a word - the truth is my law ,
And I write that nice beautiful
As everyone who is born of a mortal mother ,
And not like the sun or a clear month .

I do not want to praise my love -
I do not sell it to anyone !