Текст песни Елизавета Локшина моей подруге Диане Гамидовой - Уильям Шекспир, сонет 118

For appetite spice seasoning
We call a bitter taste in the mouth .
We drink the bitterness in order to avoid the poison ,
Purposely exciting lightheadedness.
So , spoiled by your love ,
I found joy bitter thoughts
And he himself came up with illness
Even at the height of courage and strength .
From this love of deceit
And fears of imaginary ills
I'm not sick joke and drugs
Bitterest swallow his own detriment .
But I realized that the drug - a deadly poison
Those who love unlimited sick .

Translation by S. Marshak