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A window here again
Where they don't sleep again.
Maybe they thus sit,
Maybe they drink wine.
Or they would not part
Simply the two hands.
There is such a window
In each house, friend.
Window in the night —
Partings', meetings' scream!
Maybe — hundred candles,
Maybe — only three.
And my restless mind
Cannot find its peace.
In my very home
Was begotten this.
Pray, friend, for the sleepless home
Behind a window with a flame!
Вот опять окно,
Где опять не спят.
Может — пьют вино,
Может — так сидят.
Или просто — рук
Не разнимут двое.
В каждом доме, друг,
Есть окно такое.
Не от свеч, от ламп темнота зажглась:
От бессонных глаз!
Крик разлук и встреч —
Ты, окно в ночи!
Может — сотни свеч,
Может — три свечи...
Нет и нет уму
Моему покоя.
И в моем дому
Завелось такое.
Помолись, дружок, за бессонный дом,
За окно с огнем!
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