Текст песни Юрий Моисеев - Диане Гамидовой - Уильям Шекспир, сонет 83

I thought that the beauty of your
In fake paints there is no need.
I thought: you are beautiful and mile
All that can express the poet.
That's why silence seal
My humble mouth lay down, -
To prove your big
Without jewelry, beauty could.
But you think a dangling sin
My lovely music is a little.
Meanwhile, other weak verse
Immortal horror beauty,
That in your gossip is glowing
Your singers will not be expressed together.

Translation S. Marshak