I wish we had not met so late…
But there was a small mistake.
We may expertly cumulate
All items in the one way.
But words of mine make you nonplussed,
And our hearts have lost the rhythm
Your soul is full of new distrusts,
In lives there is an algorithm.
I wish the autumn was not going
And temples turn quickly gray at all.
The only thing I’m really longing –
That spring would never leave your soul.
29.03.2021
перевод Екатерины Бородулиной
I wish it were
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