Перевод стих. Г. Модестова Я твоя молодость, ты мо
We are alone, don't know why (by no reason),
And my guitar cries again at the feast,
It has got lost like a puppy at least.
You are my cloud and I am your sky.
It's rather hard to see stars and to fly,
But we could make our love, afterwards
Feel very lonely, oh, mournful awards...
You are my months and I am your days,
We are a couple and there are no ways
Out of this enigma.
I am your youth,
You are my wisdom - and that is the truth.
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