And the years had passed by and by,
I got learned, blind and foolish indeed,
In my dark dream came thought as a light -
She didn't love me at all, howbeit.
I was only stranger, a course on her way,
And a fault of the meeting, indeed,
The child's play had passed by in a day -
And she said me: oh, pardon me, please.
And my soul - still full is with love,
Only minutes - to others are trashed.
All the same thought - the same song, alas,
Came to my dream again in this day.
Протекли за годами... - пер. А. Блока
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