Вести с полей: я пыталась начать новую жизнь с понедельника и у меня это получилось неважно
Зато немного песенки попереводила, в этот раз под горячую руку попал Секрет.
Уже давно пробовала перевести "Ничего не исчезает", черновик валялся то ли с июня, то ли с июля, но тогда дело не пошло, а потом вечером 1 января он дописался сам собой. С "Приветом" ещё тупее — мыслям перевести это на английский уже года эдак три
но я думала "нет, это не передать английскими словами, это вообще невозможно перевести, даже при всём желании". А потом я просто села и написала перевод за один вечер с перерывом на чай.
мда, моё вдохновение — куртизанка.Немного расширила свой кругозор пока переводила. Тимбукту — реальный топоним и при этом никакая не бухта 
Nothing ever falls to nowhere
Nothing ever falls to nowhere
Carrying awful weight of days bygone is never fun.
Back in greener years I would be crazy, happy, glad like a newborn.
And of course you’ve heard of Easy Rider, am I right?
Do you know the news? This guy is getting back in town tomorrow.
Nothing ever falls to nowhere
Even when our life is throwing
Us to deadly turn.
Please chin up, eyes wide, regain faith
‘Cause your love’s still here and waving
From the window of the high fifth floor.
Steamships are about to reach the port of Timbuktu
For the tribe of natives to meet them with glee and red ties again on.
Meanwhile Alice just sat down to daydream with a book.
She’s again sixteen — in Leningrad it’s no use fighting the time zone.
Christine’s birthday celebration,
Fruit and books with pink carnations,
Noise and joyful rush.
Nothing ever falls to nowhere,
Dive inside your heart and find there
Love and beauty that’s so lush.
Nothing ever falls to nowhere,
Dive inside your heart and find there
Love and beauty that’s so lush.
Nothing ever falls to nowhere
Even when our life is throwing
Us to deadly turn.
Please chin up, eyes wide, regain faith
‘Cause your love’s still here and waving
From the window of the high fifth floor.
Your love’s still waiting on the high fifth floor…
Hello
Hello
Hello. Today it's cold and rainy.
I last saw you a hundred long years ago.
Where is your stop? The subway entrance?
You haven't changed, the same sweet kind face, you know.
Hello. Your life will be much longer,
I dreamed of you while dining at two o'clock.
I'm sorry, it would be so awkward
If the whole bus hears me yelling loud "hello".
Hello. This summer's dull and dreary,
But should we waste our time on weather? Oh, no.
Shall we discuss some books or TV?...
Unknown force keeps me from saying "hello".
What's up? Well, not as fine as wanted,
But to be frank, it's not that bad, no remorse.
My life is calm and really stable,
Although I've never been super lucky with love.
Hello. This rain is pouring stronger
And I am here, no scarf or warm hat, light coat.
I must have caught a cold already…
Forget it. Listen — I need your help now on.
To tell the truth, it doesn't matter
What you will think of me, if I’m mad or not.
I wonder, what if back together...
Your final stop? Well, all the best then… so long.
So long…