Как-то разбирали с британскими студентами "Сидя на красивом холме" Борис Борисыча. Удивился, как легко 'sitting on a beautiful hill' ритмически ложится на первую строчку. Решил продолжить. Sitting on a beautiful hill I often dream of things and here's the way that I feel: It’s not about the money or the number of women, Nor about the old folklore or the New Wave’s appeal. But we still walk blindfolded over odd lands And all that we have is joy and fear, as it stands Fear that we’re worse than we could be And joy from the fact that it is all in safe hands. In every dream I keep failing to say I refuse and Then I’m running somewhere but when I am awake I am hoping you’ll be there with me… Тоже переводите втихаря? Выкладывайте свое творчество.