Перевод Пушкинского "На холмах Грузии..."
On hills of Georgia the night is lying still,
The river pulls its waves in front of me...
My gloom is light, it seems like it's not real...
My gloom is full of you, my darling.
Of you and only you. My sadness is not touched
By anything and is disturbed by nothing.
I am in love, again in love that much,
Because I cannot be not loving.
On hills of Georgia
© Copyright: Дина Масгутова, 2009
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