You know, I must before long say goodbye.
Late night close is and time cannot fre-
eze.
Ah, I wish you could just realize,
How abhor I to stay without thee.
Neither frost it's nor wind, but so blue
I'm.
Dark makes sorrows in warm heart arouse.
Such a madness of mine, such ill humor
I'll be in, dragging feet to my house.
Gloomy mood will reblow up my mind.
Pain anew'll tear soul into bits…
Ah, I wish you could just realize,
How abhor I to stay without thee.
Созвучный перевод романса Максима Богдановича
© Copyright: Юрась Романовский, 2015
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