My dear, be brave, and then you
Could stay with me.
I will wave as a white cherry-tree
Over you, dear.
I'll twinkle as a green star
From the land on the east.
As a cold wave I'll splash
A water on your shield.
As a mermaid free-born
I'll appear at the stream.
We are free, we are in pain all,
We have a sweet reality.
We are easy then to die
In that gloomy nights
And to look into the death eyes
Of each other.
Мой милый... - перевод А. Блока
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