Текст песни Алла Пугачева - Сонет Шекспира 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 possessed you with what I know .
But I'll only one reproach :
You neglected by love mine.
You beggar deprived of his bag,
But I forgive captivating thief .
Love resentment we tolerated
Harder than the poison of open contention .
And you, whose evil I feel good -
Kill me , but I can not be the enemy !
Do not be the enemy ! ..