Текст песни Елизавета Локшина моей подруге Диане Гамидовой - Уильям Шекспир, сонет 103

The poor muse paint is gone,
And what a glory it opened !
But apparently , the best bare my story
Without adding my praise.
That's why I stopped writing .
But the look in the mirror glass
And make sure above all praise
Glass displayed brow.
All of that reflected this surface,
Do not give the tool palette il .
Why are we trying to convey ,
Such a perfect sample of spoil ?
And we do not want to argue in vain
With nature and your mirror .

Translation by S. Marshak