Ветром коснуться б румянца ланит, Уст целовать твоих пьяный фарфор, Море в груди моей буйной шумит, Волны уносят мой дух на Босфор.
The Roses are black,
The Yearning can kill.
You'll never love me –
I always will.
You're brighter than Sun,
I'm colder than Night.
And I knew that in Dark
Never will be Sunlight.
But the Tragedy is,
That through million eyes
Just this blue, My Beloved,
Are my eternal Skies.
Life is not Comedy,
Though they told me to laugh.
There is no Remedy
For addicted to Love.
The Yearning can kill.
You'll never love me –
I always will.
You're brighter than Sun,
I'm colder than Night.
And I knew that in Dark
Never will be Sunlight.
But the Tragedy is,
That through million eyes
Just this blue, My Beloved,
Are my eternal Skies.
Life is not Comedy,
Though they told me to laugh.
There is no Remedy
For addicted to Love.
12/02/2020