Author: Pushkin
Author: [Russia] Pushkin
"They wander in the dream of love;
I don't regret the night,
It was the lewd reed flute that sang its praises.
I don't feel sorry for my unfaithful partner,
The crown of the feast, the passing wine vessel;
I have no sympathy for ungrateful girls,
I deliberately avoided the game.
But where did it go? In those days,
Full of hope, infatuated with my heart?
What about the flames and tears of inspiration? ......
Come back, my youth!