Оновлено: 12.11.2021
Студентські перекладені версії вірша Ліни Костенко «Місто» (здійснені до Всесвітнього дня перекладача студентами 302, 321, 402, 421 груп під керівництвом доцентки Олени Хан)
Оригінал:
Місто, премісто, прамісто моє!
Стійбище людське з асфальту й бетону.
Як там не буде, а все-таки є
Той силует у вікні золотому!
Ось я проходжу, і ось я пройду.
Може, й навік, але справа не в тому –
Тільки б не танув, як тінь на льоду,
Той силует у вікні золотому!
Скільки душа прориває тенет!
З моря і суші – додому, додому!
Там. Де у мене є той силует, той силует у вікні золотому! (Л.Костенко)
Перекладені версії:
Резніченко Карина 402
My town, my splendid, my ancient,
My break from the world impatient!
Whatever will be, his silhouette is still adjacent
to the dome majestic.
Here I am going, my feeling is growing,
maybe, forever, but that’s not the point,
if only he’d melted like metal welded
that silhouette adjacent to the dome majestic!
How many nets breaks the soul eccentric
through seas and lands to his domestic
where the silhouette is adjacent
to the dome majestic!
Блажко Валерія та Пуняк Дар’я, 302
Ліна Костенко
My ancient hometown
City, my ancient hometown, free nee
Human’s lair with jungle of concretes
Whatever it is and always will be
Golden spirit among the streets.
Here I am and here I’ll walk away,
Maybe for good but there’re no repeats.
I wish he wouldn’t fade away with a sun ray
That golden spirit among the streets!
How many times my soul escapes for a minute
From seas and lands – back home, he greets!
There, where I have that golden spirit,
That golden spirit among the streets!
Коліда Анастасія 421
Human`s abode made of concrete and stone
My dearest town, it is ancient and bold
Whatever else happens, it is always known,
The town’s silhouette elaborated with gold.
Today I am here, and then I`m gone,
But still I have mild spirit to hold
To not let it fade during ultimate dawn
The town’s silhouette elaborated with gold.
I am a stranger to everyone’s home,
My soul is a prisoner, acting blindfold
Without you in my life I try not to roam
The town’s silhouette elaborated with gold.
Неділько Яна 421
Human`s abode made of concrete and stone
My dearest town, it is ancient and bold
Whatever else happens, it is always known,
The town`s silhouette elaborated with gold.
Today I am here, and then I`m gone
But still I have mild spirit to hold
To not let it fade during ultimate dawn
The town`s silhouette elaborated with gold.
I am a stranger to everyone`s home
My soul is a prisoner, acting blindfold
Without you in my life I try not to roam
The town`s silhouette elaborated with gold.
Діана Сурдук 402
It is my city, my soul, my place
It's our parking with asphalt and concrete,
And thèn let it be, but Ì can see there,
Your silhouette that catchy my soul.
And now I go, and after I will
Mày be it's age, but it isn't still,
Don't dissappear, cause I appreciate
Your silhouette that catchy my soul.
And wherèver you are
Pulls èverything homeward,
Cause their is fair, I go to forward
to your silhouette that across my heart.
Рожко Гліб 321
city, my ancient city
human soul hive
no matter what we have
a silhouette in golden frame
here i am, where they saw me
maybe forever, but that’s not the point
if the snow didn’t melt on the way
a silhouette in golden frame
how much the soul breaks through the net
from the sea to the land ahead
to places where i saw that
a golden frame silhouette
Ліканова Анна 302
Town,hometown,great town of mine
Encampment is made of asphalt and concrete
Whatever it is,but still is
That silhouette going through golden street
Here I’m passing and here will pass
Maybe eternally,ain’t it
If only it hadn’t melted like a shadow on ice
That silhouette going through golden street
How many soul breaks through the nets
From seas and lands-to home,come home
Where I have that silhouette
That silhouette in golden street!
Паладій Ростислав 421
My dear old city
Human shelter from human goods
As it will be, and yet there is
A silhouette shows in the golden window
I will go everywhere I want
Ever forever, but that’s not point
If only, it wouldn’t melt like ice
That silhouette, in the window
No matter how much the soul is torn out
Form all the sides – road to home
In the place where is silhouette
That silhouette, in the window.
Терещенко Вікторія, Глушко Аліна, Еремичева Олена 402
My dear place, my ancient city
Where people waste their single concrete day
In any case for me there always will be
This shadow in a golden frame
Today I live, tomorrow face the death
Forget it, for me it’s all the same
My wish is to sense an every single breath of
This shadow in a golden frame
My soul flies blind through every meadow
Through sea and land – again n’ again
To place, where I can see the shadow
This shadow in a golden frame.
Берізка Іван 402
Town of precious, my archaic town.
Human’s exile from traffic and lightings
Wish me good luck or give me frown –
I have the echo of aureate cryings.
Here is beginning and will be the end.
Without return but don’t think of dyings.
It will be timeless like paradise land.
I have the echo of aureate cryings.
Soul is streaming from loamy nets!
Backing to home – to home of the shinings.
Home where my God defends me from threats.
I have the echo of aureate cryings.
Водоп’янов Максим 302
City, o-city, a city of tales!
Of pavement and brick an oh-ancient mold.
Unrivaled your greatness, and always prevails
The dear, familiar silhouette of gold.
A moment I stay, a moment I leave.
How long I departure for really matters not.
As long as it doesn’t weave
The dear, familiar silhouette of gold.
My soul’s torment is coming to an end.
To home I am sailing with stories untold.
Share them I should with a good old friend.
The dear, familiar silhouette of gold.
Курлигін Максим 302
My city… Kyiv… Oh, my love…
Crowded concrete place you are.
No matter what, you’ll always stand,
So gorgeous, on my Motherland.
When I will walk, and afterfor
I’ll end; you see – it’s not the core.
Lord wants this city not to end.
So gorgeous, on my Motherland.
Wherever I can be right now,
I’m coming home, just like a dove.
To Kyiv… Blessed by Almighty’s hand!
So gorgeous, on my Motherland.
Третьяков Ростислав 402
The city, my city, my immemorial city !
Human camp made of asphalt and concrete.
How will it not be, but still there is that silhouette in the window of gold!
And now I am passing, and soon I will pass .
Maybe for a century, but that's not the point - like shadow on ice, that shape in the window of gold.
How many souls are breaking the nets !
From the ocean and land - take home, to home!
Where I have that silhouette, that silhouette in the window of gold!
Попова Аліна 421
The city of the ages
Concrete buildings and roads
Whatever the stages
But still the same plot
So it is moving forward and forward
Long days and short years
But, please, saving the words
That you’re sharing yet
And no matter how many stages
Watching we also during the ages
But thoughts that you’re having a lot
It’s about the same plot
Циваненко Мілена 402
City, my lovely city, my old city!
The human stopping of asphalt and concrete.
No matter how it is, but still there is
That image in the window, gold and obsolete.
Here I’m passing, and then I will pass,
Maybe for good but the case’s incomplete.
If only doesn’t ebb like flame in candle mass
That image in the window, gold and obsolete.
How long the soul raptures the net
From flood and field homeward effete?
Whew I have that silhouette,
That image in the window, gold and obsolete.
Валерія Бурова, Кандиба Катерина 421
The side, my great ancesteral side!
The side, my great ancesteral side,
A mankind heaven of concrete.
No matter what it’s still on it’s side,
The shape of a golden silhouette.
Now I'm being, then I'm gone,
For ever and ever, no matter, but.
Wish you don't die like moon at dawn,
The shape of a golden silhouette.
My heart's on the side wherever I go,
Ashore and afloat – to homestead.
The place where the shape grow,
The shape of a golden silhouette.
Олена Хан (переспів)
City, Oh, Сity!
My lovely Kherson
Stuffing with flocks
On the concrete and pavements
Future is misty but You still exist
As emerald of a lush Dnipro gown
See, I’m passing and sure, I will pass
Yes, that is true, but not that’s the matter
Live, Be in Blossom and strongly Exist!
As emerald of a lush Dnipro gown
Soul of a Rebel
But still I’m at home
Dreaming and wondering I am returning
Here
Where my City is sparkling so bright
As emerald of a lush Dnipro gown.