Unquenchable thirst of love…. Михаил Годов

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      You are entirely unexpected,

      Your voice, your smile, your sudden gesture…

      You are entirely unexpected

      Like sent to me occasionally, good letter.

      Like summer breath, like see and love itself

      Like hope in the dark hour of despair,

      You're going and returning then,

      More cherished, as before you were.

      And all this takes my breath away,

      Of this white flame of fondness and much pain…

      Just fly, like poplar fluff in May,

      Not knowing of sadness and restraint…

      As miracle of life, you are so treasured

      Life can't be captured, as it runs unmeasured!

      Don't harrow my soul, it's deepest part

      So wrongfully, with sagebrush-bitter doubt,

      Don't it let be occasionally cut,

      This tenuous thread, by which our hearts are bound.

      Don't tear the ties that join us,

      For their living tissue's very fragile,

      For we shall not restore them at once

      By growing them, so real, so agile.

      In our hearts. Let envy, that old witch

      Cast her aspersions, splattering the poison:

      No one but madman trust the rumors, which

      Are spread around. Only love is worthy

      Of all your trust. Leave jealousy behind

      With our love it cannot be combined!

      When hands are joined in embrace,

      And eyes are in the endless sight

      Don't let our words just stir that very bright

      And clear minute with their feebleness

      That minute when in one heartbeat

      Two hearts will burst and fade again.

      So queer, it defies our trying to explain

      Words are but shadows, shifting, incomplete…

      When in the fire of self-immolation

      One twinkle with eternity can melt,

      Though our language is so vain, but let

      Your voice is as a fascination:

      With pain, and self-forgetfulness, and mirth

      No words one hears can be more inmost!

      Near the well I'm bowing down

      And touch it with my lips, so thirsty

      I'm drawing this uneven line

      Like bridge between us, frail and frosty

      And step on it, for you I start

      Each step on rope above the cirque.

      I'm falling down in the spotlight

      I'll take all agony and hurt.

      Which can't be stronger, the unhidden

      Fact that I am alive and craving.

      This deadly risk I'm happily taking

      For chance to see with you the Eden

      I'll pay the painful price of falling

      For twinkle of my freely soaring!

      That moment sky swung very slow

      Apart. The ground slipped away

      Don't leave me, love, now please don't go

      We used to share shining days!

      Don't leave the distant dreams I saw

      The songs and all the lines of mine

      Don't you desert me, love, don't go:

      The world with you is so divine!

      And only when blood in my veins

      Is cold, and when my soul's in flight,

      Then you, my love, is free to leave

      But only at my last goodbye

      Though even at the edge of being

      Love will remain my clear daydream.

      Yes, you can act as you are willing,

      All of your faults I will forgive,

      But I will never let you leave,

      Though of goodbye you're now thinking,

      You'll turn with this our passion in close linking

      By testing its impedance with no fright.

      Like fierce wind blow in the depth of night

      Will set the fire glowing and twinkling,

      As thirst becomes extreme and so endless,

      When for some hours we let it last,

      Thus our affection will not pass,

      For flame of mine is so quenchless

      The heart just can't agree and can't surrender

      To fate, when love's so vivid and so tender.

      King in exile remains a king,

      This is remembered by the crowd and court

      But beggars, even with the golden ring

      Deserve the fortune of the wailsome sort

      The fortune's folly is a sound reason

      But our life is constantly in change

      Here reigns and rules His Majesty The Chance

      Above all transient, perishable, fleeting.

      All comes to end: the fame and honour

      Will turn to nothing francs, pounds, doubloons

      The currency quite solid is the only

      The lovers' coins have a pretty tune,

      It throws you down, then you're high above,

      That golden coin with the name of Love!

      I search for a pin in stake of hay

      I search for love in disregard,

      And under foam search for champagne

      And nightingale beyond green buds,

      The naked body under clothes

      And essence hidden by the glare

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