Awakening by Alexandr Sergeevich Pushkin
Dreams, oh my dreams,
Where is your sweetness?
Where is, where is
The night great cheers?
The joyful dream
Had disappeared,
From dark alone
I was awoken.
Around my bed
The night silent.
Got cold fast,
Instantly flied,
As crowd thick
My night love dreams.
Yet soul is filled
With night desires,
And dares to fix
The rests of memoirs.
Oh Love, oh Love!
Please, heed my praying:
Please, send me now
Again your playings!
And let at dawn
Filled with delight,
I'll die at all
Without wake-up.
Пробуждение -Awakening- пер. А. С. Пушкина
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