Turn the face to me...
I am asking in the dream...
You are with me among the night.
Dont keep the silence!
I wanted to touch
Your beautiful hair.
I am searching for your lips –
Emptiness....
I was dreaming: you will come to me,
Take me tenderly into your arms.
But I woke up – mirage...
And it is not ours...
Your wonderful silhoette
Is there, where is nobody of us.
Only the dream is given to us.
It is so sweet and nice.
You tell: I am not my own,
Home, family, I am earthy one!!!
Know someday together
We will go....
P.S.
Not trying to touch you,
Doomly enjoying,
Waiting, until your silhoutte
Will give me an answer...
(Pushkin's translation made by me)
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© Copyright: Анна Берулько, 2010
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