Текст песни Елизавета Локшина моей подруге Диане Гамидовой - Уильям Шекспир, сонет 101

On windy muse , why ,
Rejecting the truth in a blaze of beauty ,
You do not draw my friend ,
Whose valor glorified , and you ?
But maybe you could tell me the answer ,
What beauty do not need to decorate,
What truth do not have to give color
And the best thing is not worth improving .
Yes, perfection does not need praise ,
But you have no words, no paints do not regret ,
To glory in the beauty of experienced
Its gold-plated mausoleum.
The intact - such as today ,
Lovely image of the world save !

Translation by S. Marshak