— And he comes again, and I open the door for him again —
22 сентября 2024 г., 23:06
Примечания:
На эту ночь это последний стишок, на английском, потому я захотел, может быть не в рифму и перевод не точный, ну и ладно.
— Well, why did you come?! Are you going to bother me again?
—No, not at all, Mr. Quackity.
He came to me again,
And I didn't like him.
He came here again..
And what does he want?!
No one is waiting for him here.
There's nothing keeping him here.
But again he's standing at the door.
And knocks, as well as waits.
And I open the door for him again.
I'm starting it up again.
I'll regret it..again.
But it will be later.
And now I'm having fun.
I'm playing with him.
And there's nothing keeping him here.
But he's still waiting.
He waits every time.
And in the end, he waits.
Like a happy cat comes in.
And I'm following him..
