I hate it when you play on my nerves;
I hate it when you turn on a bitch...
Confusing lessons with the rules of the games,
I hate it when you throw a reproach...
I hate it when you try to track me down;
I hate when you hide for the truth...
I hate when you change the system around —
And you close from me by a lot of the clues...
I hate it when you answer a long;
I hate it when you are unruly...
I hate it when you are others belong...—
Remember: you are only Мine truly!
I hate it when you find a new friend;
I hate your always swings of the mood...
I hate it when we're not hand in hand,
Distance - captivity, and the chance - cover hood!
I hate it when I don't know your news...—
I hate your riddles, mysteries, and secrets band...
I hate your whims, and when me confuse,
When you start the scene without the end...
I hate it when there are empty tantrum;
I hate when we are often more strife...
I hate when you hit on my soul room,
Where you leave cuts and wounds with knife...
I hate it when you don't understand...
I hate when I have not your photography,
I hate it when you don't me defend...—
How I want to be your biography!
I hate it when I don't see your smile...
I hate it when you mistakes repeat.
I hate when I can't hug in a mile,
When I rarely call you darling and sweet...
I hate it when you don't feel the same;
I hate when we with you so alike...
I hate when we rarely meet again,—
So little is worthless, that you can me dislike!
I hate it when I am so to you rude;
I hate it when I'm a ''dancer on shows''...
I hate when I step on your soul with foot,—
I hate all this, I love you because!
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*—перевод моего стихотворения «Ненавижу...» на английский язык.
Оригинал можно прочитать здесь: http://www.stihi.ru/2018/05/30/5129