If I were a spider and my mother was the moon Out came the sun and dried off her cocoon Underneath the water I would lay and die to soon If I were a spider and my mother was the moon
Fallen from my web I have landed in the stream Been drifting on a while or forever so it seems My mother cries above me: "you have left the world too soon" If I were a spider and my mother was the moon
So I come to rest now down in my riverbed Dreaming of the life I left tangled up in the web My mother sits upon the hill singing a song or two If I were a spider and my mother was the moon
Если б луною была моя мать, а я бы была пауком Кокон иссохший с нее бы снимало Солнце своим лучом, И я б, пока смерть не наступит, лежала, укрывшись холодным ручьем, Если б луною была моя мать, а я бы была пауком.
Я, со своей паутины упав, вошла бы в бегущий поток И сколько плыла бы, сама и не знаю – но был бы как вечность тот срок. А мать бы рыдала, склонясь над водою, о бедном ребенке своем Если б луною была моя мать, а я бы была пауком.
Отдых найдя средь играющих струй, я укрылась бы в темной волне И жизнь, что осталась меж шелковых нитей, являлась бы мне во сне. А мать бы всходила на холм, чтобы спеть пару песен о чем-то своем Если б луною была моя мать, а я бы была пауком. If I were a spider Out the sun Underneath the water If I were a spider
I have landed in the stream Been drifting on a while or forever so it seems My mother cries above me: & quot; you have left the world too soon & quot; If I were a spider
So i come to rest now down in my riverbed Dreaming of the life I left tangled up in the web My mother sits upon a hill If I were a spider
If the moon had been my mother, and I would have been a spider A cocoon withered from her would shoot the sun with its ray, And I, until death comes, lay, covered by a cold stream, If the moon had been my mother, and I would have been a spider.
I, having fallen from my web, would enter the running stream And how much I would have floated myself I don’t know - but that time would be like an eternity. And the mother would weep, bending over the water, about her poor child If the moon had been my mother, and I would have been a spider.
Rest having found among the playing jets, I would have taken refuge in the dark wave And the life that remained between the silk threads would appear to me in a dream. And the mother would have climbed the hill to sing a couple of songs about something of her own If the moon had been my mother, and I would have been a spider.