I d lose myself inside your curls

Это переод русского стихотворения Анатолия Соболя "Мне бы путаться в твоих локонах.."

I’d lose myself inside your curls,
Your name repeating softly, endlessly.
Breathless in a hush of tender swirls,
Holding you close, forgetting time completely.

I’d lace my fingers into yours again,
My soul like melting candlelight would flow.
Burning through the grayness of the days, and then
Not knowing whom to thank — the devil or God below.

I’d drown inside the depth within your eyes,
That boundless universe of tenderness and grace.
Where everything I knew feels small, unwise,
And only you remain — the truth of this whole place.

I’d lose myself inside your curls once more,
Your name repeating softly, trembling through.
Adding “love” in whispers I adore,
Holding you close, forgetting time with you.

I’d live this life with you in vivid flame,
Our souls like candles melting, burning bright.
Our life — not always gentle, never tame,
And damn it all — be it devil’s or God’s own light.