If we were good actors and scenes were a pleasure
The morning will answer and make its measure
For sober mornings wash make-up away
And yesterday's fairy tales decay.
Oh, please, wake me up in the role of a lover!
In this world where we are so humble and small
I need your hot lips seeking mine to cover…
If n? - then it's better not wake up at all…
Translated from Russian by Larisa Ladyka
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