Your sad star
Was briefly my joy:
It sparkled and fell
To the earth, a dark stone.
Your sad soul
Did not dare to love a smile,
And rushing from me,
It put on a black shroud.
But I joined my fate
To yours forever, in one hope:
Wherever you are, I am with you,
And I love you as before.
Твоя печальная звезда
Недолго радостью была мне:
Чуть просверкнула, — и туда,
На землю, — пала темным камнем.
Твоя печальная душа
Любить улыбку не посмела
И, от меня уйти спеша,
Покровы черные надела.
Но я навек с твоей судьбой
Связал мою — в одной надежде.
Где б ни была ты — я с тобой,
И я люблю тебя, как прежде.
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