A.Pushkin, To....(Don'T Ask...) - Translation (Rus) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

To...
by Alexander Pushkin

Don't ask, why with the gloomy thought
Among the festive joys I'm darkened,
Why I'm glaring a lot,
The sweety dream of life denying.

Don't ask, why with the cold soul
I've lost desire to be loved,
And never ever could return I
To it once more - that love's not love.

Who's got the luck, won't have it more -
The pleasure is for only moment.
And from your youth, your leisure, joy
The sadness will remain, as common...

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