Текст песни Егор Шмаков - Диане Гамидовой - Уильям Шекспир, сонет 40

All the passion , all my love , Take -
From this you will acquire a little.
All that is called love people ,
And without that you belonged .
You, my friend , I do not put the blame ,
What do you possess that I possess .
No, I have only one reproach you ,
What you neglected to love mine.
You beggar deprived of his wallet .
But I just captivating thief .
Love resentment we tolerated
Harder than the poison of open contention .
O thou whose evil seems good ,
Kill me , but I can not be the enemy !

Translation by S. Marshak