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!