Проба пера
Добрый вечер, пикабушники. Захотелось попробовать себя в английской поэзии. Вот результат, может, кому понравится:)
You know, my friend,
I've always been afraid
That modern trend
Would want me to pretend
A man I've never been
Or wanted just to be
I know, the world is mean
So, what could make me free?
True love? True friendship? Sudden death?
Such things, they never work.
I really need to take a breath,
Don't thrust in me your dirk.
This little break will help, I hope,
This is my only chance.
I have two ways: becoming mope
Or armor, shield and lance!
You know, my friend,
I've always been afraid
That modern trend
Would want me to pretend
A man I've never been
Or wanted just to be
I know, the world is mean
So, what could make me free?
True love? True friendship? Sudden death?
Such things, they never work.
I really need to take a breath,
Don't thrust in me your dirk.
This little break will help, I hope,
This is my only chance.
I have two ways: becoming mope
Or armor, shield and lance!
