'Уличным артистам', Слава Гауфберг, в память о замечательном кукольнике Игоре Фокине

"To street performers", Slava Gaufberg in memory of a wonderful puppeteer Igor Fokin. Translated to English (below) by the author

We were walking through the square on a July evening,
My painter-friend and I,
People were strolling, street artists were performing
We spoke of life and eternity

And suddenly from around the corner
Sounds of music, so unexpectedly familiar!
And drawn by this unusual music
We went to where it called us.

There was a guy standing around the corner
With a bright smile, with glowing eyes,
To the music he moved his hands a little
And his puppets danced in front of him
And sang songs at our feet

What magic!
How the puppets instantly came to life!
And the triumph of their talented Master
Brought such happiness to the people!

We became friends, but the circle closed,
Life decided otherwise,
And my dear friend suddenly flew away
To the other worlds, to a transcendental home.

Years, countries, cities flew by,
The hurricane of life spun us,
But wherever I was, I was always looking
For wonderful and unique street performers

That girl in the Provencal town
Standing on tiptoe in a square
With a lavender flower in her small hand
Singing like a young Piaf!

And the blind accordionist
On a narrow street in Siena
Playing so passionately and soulfully!
My soul trembled, like an autumn leaf!

Two young fairies in Vienna,
They played Mozart in the square
Like the miracle of new life, like salvation,
Like a light that dispelled my sorrows

The gray-haired and hunched saxophonist
Who played Dunaevsky in Eilat!
New York’s mime, Berlin’s guitarist
And a magician and juggler on the Arbat!

I can't express my feelings for you in verse!
Carefully, like a piece of ice in the spring
You carry the whole world in your hands,
Tying us all together with a spider web of your beautiful arts

How I love you all, my friends,
The wizards of those squares and streets!
From you to me, from all corners of the earth
Invisible threads have stretched

We cannot break these threads.
And as endless time flies by,
I want to embrace the whole world
And cuddle it to my chest, like a little child

[alexanderlivshin]

Нет слов… «Душа дрожала, как осенний лист…» Спасибо!!!

[vovavitkovsky]

Слава это….это что-то. Невероятно так поймать эти моменты. Слушаем всей семьей. Спасибо за музыку стихи и оформление. Пиши нам. Радуй