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Spring, spring, time for love, How hard your appearance is for me, What languid excitement In my soul, in my blood... How alien is pleasure to the heart... All that rejoices and shines, Induces boredom and languor. Give me the snowstorm and blizzard And the long dark winter nights.
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye. My dear, you are in my chest. Destined separation Promises a meeting ahead. Goodbye, my friend, without a hand, without a word, Don’t be sad and don’t have sad eyebrows, - Dying is nothing new in this life, But life, of course, is not newer.