Прислали мне вот такой перевод моего стишка на английский)))... Не знаю, что и сказать)))...
(Просто потому, что прочитать не могу))))...
They break my limbs with laughter – never mind!
They want my life – no more, no less. Oh, Dear!
I see the white glove and the rising arm…
Enemy-Lad. So funny. There’s no tear.
The sunlight burned on Earth. My luck’s in hell.
Here is the trial. Questions. Death – no fear!
I try to realize, what broke inside.
Enemy-Lad. So funny. There’s no tear.
The eyes of darkest night and clearest blue,
Fighting for life to change the world – so near!
You shiver nervously. Come on!
Enemy-Lad, don’t frighten. There’s no tear.
You wish to know what I am inside?
What devil fills you now? – Do you hear?!
Look! Here are my shoulders, neck and arms…
Enemy-Lad, it’s funny… There’s no tear.
Your childishly sincere love
Will burst the war and exchange the luck. – Just feel it!
Oh, hush, come on… I’m here by your side.
Enemy-Lad, don’t cry… There’s no tear.
God, I’m so tired. I wish it were a dream.
Buying my life has stopped. I do not care!
My lips will touch your cheek – it is so sweet.
And after it just let them simply bury me.
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