Текст песни Елизавета Локшина моей подруге Диане Гамидовой - Уильям Шекспир, сонет 119

What drink of the bitter tears Sirens
I poisoned a tincture of hell ?
What I fear , the hope is taken prisoner ,
To close the wealth and deprived of the treasure .
What I have sinned in your happy hour ,
When I reached the zenith of bliss ?
What shocked me most illness
So that left the orbit of the eye ?
On the beneficent power of evil !
All the best from grief prettier ,
And the love that burned to the ground ,
Another lush flowers and greens .
So after all the countless losses
I'm getting richer hundredfold

Translation by S. Marshak