Divine Anna

How soul hurts,
And force with I have to breathe,
When I reminding you, oh Anna!
How begging me again to live
Heavy burden of inglorious fate.

I am your servant,
For the centuries I'll remain insane.
I am so weak,
That my mind knows rarely itself.

I am so bad,
That without love I would be a stone,
But your breath
Revived me and gave a health forward.

I am a fool,
Where fool got his own hard labor.
In those regions and lands,
Where your eyes are
Nicer than a morning rainbow.

Original text on Russian:
http://www.stihi.ru/2011/12/23/1868

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