Heart is seeking end, and secretly.
Please, my light heart, do glide warily...
I was carried from life easily
By my way with snow silver...
As on that ice-hole distant
Silent vapour's generated
By the water flow, so is your
Silent gait towards this place.
Brought to place and locked by gazes,
By your hand embraced mine whole,
And by mere cold subjected
To white death in icy show...
What the other dwell you'll fate me?
Where I will drag existence,
While my heart is seeking failure,
And
Обреченный - Doomed - пер. А. Блока
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