Патрик Кавана. Влажный апрельский вечер

[mr_stapleton]

Во влажных ветках пели птицы.
Пока я слушал их, вокруг прошло столетье,
И вот я мёртв, а им внимает незнакомец.
Но я доволен, что сумел оставить для него печаль.



Patrick Kavanagh. Wet Evening in April


The birds sang in the wet trees
And as I listened to them it was a hundred years from now
And I was dead and someone else was listening to them.
But I was glad I had recorded for him the melancholy.