Well, we don't roam together anymore,
Kill this deep night,
Although this heart is still infatuated,
Although the moonlight is still so bright.
Because the sword can sharpen the scabbard,
The soul also grinds its chest hard enough,
This heart must stop breathing,
Love needs rest.
Although the night is for love,
Soon, it's daylight again,
But in this moonlit world,
We no longer walk together.
byron
secret
We don't sigh, our tears are dry,
We often smile and even laugh!
Any wink, any expression,
Never let the cat out of the bag.
It bears the pain of silence.
Hidden in the depths of our passionate souls:
Even if it cries out in a rude heart,
The mouth is always closed convulsively.
You ask the baby in the cradle,
You ask the body in the grave,
Maybe they will announce it to you.
I've been keeping your secret.
Heine
"Enough, enough, dear" (1)1834.
Pushkin
That's enough, that's enough, honey! Inner requirements for peace;
Day after day, every hour
Took a drop of life, and we all planned it.
This is life, but you see-in the blink of an eye, life is dead.
There is no happiness in the world, but there is ambition and peace.
How long has it been, I have been dreaming of this fate;
Alas, how long has it been? I, a tired slave,
I've always wanted to escape from work and live in seclusion with pure happiness.
This poem was written by the poet to his wife, expressing his desire to leave the life in Petersburg and live in seclusion in the countryside.
Pushkin
Love words 18 16
I listen to Lila playing the piano;
Her beautiful and lingering singing voice
The tenderness that makes people feel depressed,
Like a breeze at night.
Tears can't help falling from the eyes;
I told the lovely singer:
"Your melancholy voice is charming,
However, a word from my lover
Billera's love songs are more attractive. "
Pushkin