Текст песни Романс - Мне нравится, что Вы больны не мной

Marina Tsvetaeva

I like that you are not sick of me,
I like that I'm not sick of you
I never heavy globe
Do not drift away beneath our feet .
I like that you can be funny -
Disbanded - and not play with words ,
And not blush suffocating wave ,
Lightly touched sleeves .

I like it that you are with me
Calmly hug another;
I would not mind in the hell fire
Burn for what I did not kiss you .
What is the name of my gentle , my gentle , not
Mention , day or night - in vain ...
That never in the church silence
They will sing over us : Hallelujah !

Thank you heart and hand
For what you have - not knowing it! -
So and for my night's rest ,
For rare meetings in the hour of sunset ,
For our non- walking underneath the moon ,
That sun is not above our heads -
For the fact that you are sick - alas ! - Not me
For the fact that I am sick - alas ! - Not you!