Стихотворение "Коснись рукой моей белейшей кожи"
(автор - Татьяна Крыжановская)
в вольном переводе Татьяны-Валентины Мамоновой
So, touch my skin,
which is whiter, than a blossom.
To be your love
is awesome, dear friend.
Your touch, my moan -
no sound is sweeter.
O, joy, it raptures me, my friend,
it raptures me.
This image of a bud
attracts you, friend,
to my perfumed skin.
You wanted it and I desired also.
This passion is
the only thing, which matters.