Текст песни William Shakespeare - Sonnet 145

Those Lips That Love's Own Hand Did Make
Breathed Forth The Sound That Said "I Hate"
To me so languished for her sake;
But Woney She Saw My Woeful State
STRAIGHT IN HER HEART DID MERCY COME,
Chiding That Tongue That Ever Sweet
WAS Used in Giving Gentle Doom,
And Taught It Th Thus Anew to Greet:
"I HATE" She Alterated With An End,
That Followed It As Gentle Day
Doth Follow Night, WHO LIKE A FIND
From Heaven to Hell Is Flown Away.
"I HATE" from Hate Away She Threw,
And Saved My Life, Saying "NOT You."

I hate - here's the words
What's with cute mouth her other day
Fucked in anger. But hard
She noted my fear -

How did the tongue hold
Which I am up to
Whispered her caress, then reproach,
Not a cruel sentence.

"I hate," - supervision,
Mouth wrapped up and look
Already changed anger to mercy
And night from Heaven was in hell.

"I hate," but immediately
She added: "Not you!"

W. Shakespeare (Per. S.Ya. Marshak)