Ну, целуй меня, целуй! - пер. С. Есенина

Людмила 31
Dear, kiss me, kiss me, dear!
To the blood or to the pain.
All my boiling heart river
Fights with will in a cold chain.

That fate cup, overturned on table,
Joy amongst - is not for us.
Understand, my lovely girlfriend:
On the Earth we live one time!