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In you I am enamoured and fascinated again...
This same does not happen -do you speak?
But in each my arrival by the new, the magic,
The mysterious it seems to me Paris.
Happens so. You live, you live on the light.
There is a spring - and as soon for the first time
You feel, how this wind is young
And the confused story of the thaws drops is new.
For the first time I write the verse creation -
Though I write a verses very long time ago.
Having got much the joyful langours,
But I remember only the last - one.
Happens so...Neither a decrease, nor a decays
The passion does not know, being born again and again.
You are- the first mine verses creation
And the first, immortal love.
Rasul Gamzatov. The Final price.
Moscow: the Contemporary,1979.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem