Стих из сказки Чиполлино на английском языке

I - cheerful Cipollino.

I grew up in Italy

Where maturing oranges,

And the lemons and olives,

Figs and so on.

But the horizon under a blue

No olive without lemon

I was born a bow.

So my grandfather Cipollone

I come grandson.

My father - a bunch of kids,

Noisy family:

Cipolletti, Chipolluchcha,

Chipollotto, Chipollochcho

And the last - I am!

We all grew up on beds.

Very we are poor.

Because we patched

Jackets and pants.

Lord in shiny hats

Our bypass yard.

We see our onion smell

Too sharp.

And we are in favor of the poor.

Out of all the earth

Corner where you find

Onions on the table!

Throughout the known world

Onion family:

Chipolluchcha, Cipolletti,

Chipollochcho, Chipollotto

And, of course, I am.

For high fence

Maturing orange.

Well, I do not need fences

I'm not a gentleman.

I - Tsibulya I - Cipolla,

Garden onions.

I finished school in the garden

Onion Sciences.

But age is not the poor man Luka

Living in your own nest.

Though bitter was the separation,

I left the house.

I go to where better

In distant lands.

Goodbye, Chipolluchcha,

Cipolletti, Chipollotto,

Brothers and friends!