Ah, hell, what a blizzard!
It’s hammering white nails into the roof.
But I’m not afraid — it’s in my fate
That my hapless heart nails me to you.
Ах, метель такая, просто чёрт возьми!
Забивает крышу белыми гвоздьми.
Только мне не страшно, и в моей судьбе
Непутёвым сердцем я прибит к тебе.
«I love you, — though I rage anew / And struggle in vain, distressed, / And at your feet, I now confess / This foolishness to you! / This ill befits my age, and I… / Should know: enough’s enough! / But all the symptoms here imply / That I am plagued with love: / Without you near...»
«I have endured my desire, / I've ceased to love my fairy dreams, / And only fruit of hearty fire — / My sufferings have stayed, it seems. And under storms of cruel kismet / My blooming spirit quickly died, / I waited for the end, I missed it. / I'm feeling loneliness inside. So that ...»
«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 tongue-tied, yet I loved you dearly / With pangs the jealous and the timid know; / So tenderly I loved you, so...»
«I was in love with you, but, may be, dear, / Love didn't die away inside of me. / I don't want to grieve you, I'm sincere, / But I was tormented by jealousy. / Oh, I admired you without hopes. / Love wouldn't worry, I swear by God, / And nobody would adore so, / Oh, so sincerely, as I ...»