You'll hardly manage now to reach me,
You, cold, unfriendly breeze of winter.
You have no choice, but just to swear
And hit my window like a Devil.
I doubt that you'll get my message
When our world is going mental,
When all the plans are being shattered,
But nothing will remind of me.
Перевод "Не..."
Это мой первый опыт стихотворного перевода, поэтому было бы интересно узнать об ошибках/неточностях.
You ll hardly manage now to reach me
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