catch trembling, as a cooling hand;
Pale in the gloom of the familiar features!..
My you, my whole - to tomorrow's separation,
I do not care - with me until the morning you.
Last words, iznemogaя,
You whisper endlessly, in ineffable dream.
And dim candle, powerless to burn out,
Plunges us into darkness, - and you're with me, in my…
years have passed, and you're mine, I know,
I catch blissful moment, I look into your features,
And hot words slurred repeat…
you until tomorrow - my… with me until the morning you…
