Перевод Никулиной С.Г. из "Не плачь..." (Б. Пастернак)
Don't cry, don't wrinkle your turgid lips,
Do not you have them creasing.
You'll have it chafed, that dry sticked scab
Of recent vernal fever.
Remove your hand to free my breath,
We're current-carrying wires.
Towards each other, watch out that,
They'll drop us soon by chance.
Перевод Не плачь Б. Пастернак
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