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And I do wish to be alone in crowds
Like enigma exists between these sounds,
These lines.
And I don't need one's pity, sure,
My loneliness is natural and pure,
The universe will share it all round.
I am the fate of flowers in the vase,
They have been torn, and will be thrown, alas...
I am alone like autumn
when it loses
Last leaves from trees.
But nobody abuses
Inevitable winter coming thus.
And pleasurable lonesome days and nights
Help me to feel my will, my strength, my might...
Перевод стихотворения Андрея Дементьева
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