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Original lyrics

Hope Is the Thing With Feathers

"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
 
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
 
I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of Me.
 
Russian
Translation1#23456

Надежда.

Забота,крылья и полëт
Надежды-дар Творца,
Мелодию в беде поёт
Не стихнув до конца...
 
И слаще "птице"крохотной
Запев,со дна поднять,
В укор штормам и грохоту
Тепла не растерять...
 
В боль,стужу,шторм заголосив
Спасти могла всегда...
Не упрекнув,не попросив
И крошки никогда....
 

Translations of "Hope Is the Thing ..."

Croatian #1, #2
Finnish #1, #2
French #1, #2
German #1, #2, #3, #4, #5, #6
Italian #1, #2, #3
Persian #1, #2, #3, #4
Romanian #1, #2, #3
Russian #1, #2, #3, #4, #5, #6
Turkish #1, #2
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