Текст песни Романс - Мне нравится, что Вы больны не мной

Marina Tsvetaeva

I like that you're sick is not me ,
I like that I'm not sick of you,
I never heavy globe
Do not drift away beneath our feet .
I like that you can be funny -
Disbanded - and do not play with words ,
And not blush suffocating wave ,
Lightly touched sleeves .

I like it that you are with me
Calmly hug another;
Not averse to me in hell fire
Burn for what I did not kiss you .
What is the name of my tender , my gentle , not
Mention , day or night - in vain ...
That never in the church silence
They will sing over us : Hallelujah !

Thank you heart and hand
For what you got me - not knowing it! -
So dislike for my night's rest ,
For the rarity of seeing sunsets ,
For our non- festivals under the moon,
For the sun , not above our heads -
For the fact that you are sick - alas ! - Not me ,
For the fact that I am sick - alas ! - Not you!