Текст песни Виктор Череповский - Диане Гамидовой - Уильям Шекспир, сонет 12

When the clock is telling me that the light
Sink soon menacing darkness of night ,
When violets wilt gentle color
And the dark lock of gray hair shine ,
When the foliage is carried along the roads ,
In the midday heat treasured herds
And we are nods to the funeral hearse
Grizzly sheaves thick beard -
I think the beauty of thy
The fact that she would have to ottsvesti ,
Like all the colors of forests , meadows , fields ,
Where new prepares to grow.
But if death is inexorable sickle ,
Leave the children to argue with him !

Translation by S. Marshak