When we were parting, swore long
About faith in love...
Were together going through tone
Of a nightingale's song.
Taking a guitar at the end,
Sound got out from the strings,
And all confessions, all pledges,
The soul's fair ring...
Yes, depression had come,
The string was broken...
I'd like not to be lured that time
To a distant land's call!
Remember me, for a god's sake,
Remember me, girl,
When a grey-haired haze
Rises at the hurdle...
5 september 1909
Как прощались... - перевод А. Блока
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