My soul should live in the earthly prison,
But I think, not for long. May be I'll fail to see
Your look, your lovely look, so tender but for others,
The friendly star for all my naughty rivals,
I wish them happiness - it would be so shameless
To claim you of their dissipative manners.
But if you wished to hide your love to me
Under the cold behaviour, being still,
But if you laughed at me when I was near,
While you had inner anguish really,
Then let my gloomy look will show you a case,
Who had more suffering, or had more real blaze!
Душа моя должна... пер. М. ЮЛермонтова
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