Oh, I Was Slowly Getting Mad By Alexander Blok
Oh, I was slowly getting mad
near door of someone who I wish for,
And spring day was becoming bad
and dark, my thirst was done a bit more.
I wept, with passion I was tired
And being grim I hid my crying,
And I could see my doubled mind
It was so morbid queer and lying.
It penetrated in my soul
that's already insane and quiet
It flooded spring, it made a fall
with soundless wave that's black and wild.
Spring day was getting dark and bad,
Over the grave my heart was chilling,
And I was slowly getting mad,
I thought about her without feeling.
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Alexander Blok.
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