I know you lived, Ophelia,
I understand you better.
Though our fates are similar,
Your suffering was greater.
And every sin was mirrored
inside your lovely eyes.
The words were passionate and real,
But they could not destroy us.
Your kisses are like the waters
of the deep and salty sea,
At night they often take us
To the world of fantasy.
The rest are only words,
Just words of every kind,
But Hamlet knew what thoughts
Laertes had in mind.
Оригинал: Арон Гаал написал на венгерском, Лайма Дебесюнене перевела на русский.
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