As always doomed to cause repulsion
In those whom I loved so much;
Unhappy, damned with this impulsion –
Still very close, within touch, –
I feel like burning on the fire
As I am doomed to cause disgust
By having unsorry desire
I’ve never heard of in the past.
I know things you were learning
Without making any sense, –
You coax fire into burning,
And I am looking at your hands.
Tonight you will forget my fay*
When seeing close, within touch,
The flames of autos-da-fe
In eyes of one you hate so much.
*fay - óñòàðåâøåå, â çíà÷åíèè "âåðíîñòü".