стих из сказки Чиполлино на английском языке

I - cheerful Cipollino.I grew up in ItalyWhere maturing oranges,And the lemons and olives,Figs and so on.But the horizon under a blueNo olive without lemonI was born a bow.So my grandfather CipolloneI come grandson.My father - a bunch of kids,Noisy family:Cipolletti, Chipolluchcha,Chipollotto, ChipollochchoAnd the last - I am!We all grew up on beds.Very we are poor.Because we patchedJackets and pants.Lord in shiny hatsOur bypass yard.We see our onion smellToo sharp.And we are in favor of the poor.Out of all the earthCorner where you findOnions on the table!Throughout the known worldOnion family:Chipolluchcha, Cipolletti,Chipollochcho, ChipollottoAnd, of course, I am.For high fenceMaturing orange.Well, I do not need fencesI'm not a gentleman.I - Tsibulya I - Cipolla,Garden onions.I finished school in the gardenOnion Sciences.But age is not the poor man LukaLiving in your own nest.Though bitter was the separation,I left the house.I go to where betterIn distant lands.Goodbye, Chipolluchcha,Cipolletti, Chipollotto,Brothers and friends!