Если кто-то любит англоязычные стихи...
Прислали добрые люди еще один перевод... Спасибо им, конечно!)
(Он есть в сообществе на русском, называется "Прощание").
Опять же, ничего сама сказать не могу (ибо не "мой" язык)... Буквы красивые...).
The Sun is bathing in the ocean,
The evening left no soul around.
You salute me? Please, not so early!
Don’t hurry, Lad, I’m still alive.
Stay near me at least two minutes,
Count them by beating of our hearts.
And as you touch my sun burned hair
It feels like requiem of mine.
It is not you, who made the murder.
Believe me, I no longer mind.
So let’s divide the world in silence –
The paper crane is yours and sand is mine.
Please, touch me, Lad. No feelings, really…
And something will occur again above.
It’s time for me to leave this mournful valley.
Same you are free now. Go away, my Love!