Ну, целуй меня, целуй! - пер. С. Есенина
To the blood or to the pain.
All my boiling heart river
Fights with will in a cold chain.
That fate cup, overturned on table,
Joy amongst - is not for us.
Understand, my lovely girlfriend:
On the Earth we live one time!
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