Текст песни Александр Стругов - Диане Гамидовой - Уильям Шекспир, сонет 145

"I hate " - these are the words ,
What's wrong with her ​​lovely lips these days
They fell into a rage . But as soon as
She noticed my fear ,
As held her tongue ,
Which to me until now
Whispered the affection , the reproach
And not a cruel sentence .
"I hate " - prismirev ,
The lips utter a and look
Already he succeeded at the mercy of the wrath ,
And the night sped from heaven to hell .
    " I hate it - but instantly
    She added : - Do not you!

Translation Samuil Marshak