We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
And the waiter brought a tray

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale

She said, "There is no reason
And the truth is plain to see."
But I wandered through my playing cards
And they would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open wide
They might have just as well been closed

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale

She said, "I'm here on a shore leave,"
Though we were miles at sea.
I pointed out this detail
And forced her to agree,
Saying, "You must be the mermaid
Who took King Neptune for a ride."
And she smiled at me so sweetly
That my anger straightway died.

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale

If music be the food of love
Then laughter is it's queen
And likewise if behind is in front
Then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
Seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
And attacked the ocean bed

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
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литературный перевод.

Мы танцевали легкое «Фанданго»,
Колесами арбы скользя по миражам.
Я чувствовал, как сильно меня мутит, -
Толпа взывала к новым виражам.
А комната была такой тяжелой
И кто-то уже напрочь «крышу» снес.
Мы запросили новые напитки -
Официант принес большой поднос.

- И так случилось, значительно позднее…
Так «мукомол»** начал свой рассказ.
- Ее лицо мне призраком бледнело,
Белее Бледности в десятки тысяч раз!

Она сказала – "Вовсе нет причины,
Чтоб правду обо мне не распознать!"
Я увлечен был карточной игрою
И не успел позволить ей предстать
Одной из девственных шестнадцатилеток,
Гуляющих по взморью по ночам…
Глаза мои были открыты,
Но верил я тогда лишь вещим снам.

- Но так случилось - чуть-чуть позднее...
Здесь «мукомол» продолжил свой рассказ.
- Ее лицо мне призраком бледнело,
Белее бледного в десятки тысяч раз.

Промолвила – "Наверно дома я, в постели..."
Хотя волна касалась наших тел...
Я соблазнил ее своим прозрачным взглядом…
Она ответила… и я ей овладел,
Сказав – "Должна ты быть русалкой,
Наездницей на грозном НептунЕ!"
Лишь улыбалась мне она печально,
Убив досаду, страсть родив во мне.

- Вот так все получилось, но позднее,
И «мукомол» продолжил свой рассказ,
- Ее лицо мне призраком бледнело,
Белее бледного в десятки тысяч раз!

И если музыка была любовным яством,
То смех был Королевой тех утех…
И было нам неважно - спереди иль сзади –
Когда в грязи рождался чистый смех.
Мой рот тогда вдруг сделался картонным,
А в голове метался ураган,
А мы друг в друга быстро погружались,
Как атакует днище океан.

- Да, так случилось - не скажу вернее,
Так «мукомол» закончил свой рассказ,
- Ее лицо мне призраком бледнело,
Белее Бледности в десятки тысяч раз!

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
And the waiter brought a tray

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale

She said, "There is no reason
And the truth is plain to see."
But I wandered through my playing cards
And they would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open wide
They might have just as well been closed

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale

She said, "I'm here on a shore leave,"
Though we were miles at sea.
I pointed out this detail
And forced her to agree
Saying, "You must be the mermaid
Who took King Neptune for a ride."
And she smiled at me so sweetly
That my anger straightway died.

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale

If music be the food of love
Then laughter is it's queen
And likewise if behind is in front
Then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
Seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
And attacked the ocean bed

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
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literary translation.

Easy we danced the "Fandango",
The wheels of the bullock cart gliding through the mirages.
I felt strongly I feel nauseous, -
The crowd cried out for new turns.
But the room was so heavy
And someone already completely "roof" was demolished.
We asked for new drinks -
The waiter brought a large tray.

And so it happened, much later...
So "Miller"** began his story.
Her face reminds me of the Ghost paled,
Whiter Pallor in tens of thousands of times!

She said "there's no reason
So the truth about me not to recognize!"
I was fascinated card game
Not had time to allow her to stand
One of virgin shestnadcatiletnim,
Walking on the beach at night...
My eyes were opened,
But I believed then only prophetic dreams.

- But it happened - a little bit later...
Here the "Miller" continued his story.
Her face reminds me of the Ghost paled,
Whiter pale in tens of thousands of times.

Said – "I Guess I'm home, in bed..."
Although wave touched our bodies...
I seduced her with its transparent look...
She said... and I took possession of her,
Saying – "you Must be the mermaid,
Rider on Grozny Neptune!"
Only she smiled at me sadly,
Killing anger, the passion giving birth to me.

- That's how it happened, but later
And "Miller" continued his story,
Her face reminds me of the Ghost paled,
Whiter pale in tens of thousands of times!

And if music was the love viands,
The laughter was the Queen of those joys...
And it doesn't matter to us - front Il rear
When dirt was born in pure laughter.
My mouth suddenly became cardboard,
But my head was rushing storm,
And we each other were sinking fast
How is attacking the bottom of the ocean.

- Yes, it happened - or rather not say,
So "Miller" finished his story,
Her face reminds me of the Ghost paled,
Whiter Pallor in tens of thousands of times!