Wake as you will, but wake in me, —
in the cold, in the voiceless depths of me.
I will not beg for words, but give
me a sign that you are still alive.
Not for long — just a moment of your time.
If not a verse, just a sigh, just a cry.
Just a whisper or just a moan.
Just the muffled clink of your chains.
Очнись,как хочешь, но очнись во мне —
в холодной, онемевшей глубине.
Я не мечтаю — вымолить слова.
Но дай мне знак, что ты еще жива.
Я не прошу — надолго, хоть на миг.
Хотя б не стих, а только вздох и крик.
Хотя бы шепот только или стон.
Хотя б цепей твоих негромкий звон.
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