Today I did not sleep all night
From May the magic hum!
I gently pulled on stockings
And he slid to the window.
I - rebel with a whirlwind in the blood,
I recognize only the cold and I have a passion.
I read Bourget: no happiness
out of love!
"He" rejected by the age of twelve,
Only plays Liszt and Grieg,
He is intelligent and well-read, as a book,
The poet!
In one of his fiery eyes
On my knees I'm ready to fall!
But the parents of our happiness
Do not want…
