(no subject)
I loved you even now, I may confess,
some embers of my love their fire retain
but do not let it cause you more distress
I do not want to sadden you again
hopeless and tonguetied yet I loved you dearly
with pangs the jealous and the timid know
so tenderly I loved you so sincerly
I hope, God grant another love you so!
A. Pushkin (don't remember who did the translation)
some embers of my love their fire retain
but do not let it cause you more distress
I do not want to sadden you again
hopeless and tonguetied yet I loved you dearly
with pangs the jealous and the timid know
so tenderly I loved you so sincerly
I hope, God grant another love you so!
A. Pushkin (don't remember who did the translation)