Текст песни Елизавета Локшина моей подруге Диане Гамидовой - Уильям Шекспир, сонет 126

Winged my boy carrying a burden
Hours that we count time ,
From loss you grow up , confirming
What we love is nourished , fading .
Nature , the destroyer of the mother ,
Your move persistently returns back.
It keeps you idle for a joke ,
To giving birth , kill minute .
But fear cruel mistress :
Insidious spare you till date.
When this time expires ,
Present a bill and give you payment .

Translation by S. Marshak