For a long time I dreamed the cries of your sobs, —
It was a voice of resentment, crying powerlessness;
For a long, long time I dreamed that joyful moment,
As I begged you — an unfortunate executioner.
Years passed, we knew how to love,
A smile blossomed, sadness was sad;
It rushed through for years, and I had to leave:
Took me to an unknown distance.
You gave me a hand, asked: «Are you coming?»
A little in my eyes I noticed two drops of tears;
These sparks in my eyes and cold shiver
I have endured forever in sleepless nights.
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