I‘ve overlived my own desires ,
I have quit loving my own dreams;
And, left for me, are only sufferings,
The fruits of my heart’s emptiness.
Under the storms of the cruel destiny
My flourishing crown has died,
And I am living so blue and lonely,
Waiting for the end of mine.
Thus, being stricken by late cold,
While the winterstorm’s whistle is heard,
On the naked branch quite alone
The leaf that is belated, throbs..
Наше все- Я пережил свои желанья...
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