Bitter! Bitter taste! Eternity -
On your lips, oh Passion!
Bitter! Bitter taste! All tempted
-
Thus to fall is better.
From that bitterness - I kiss
All those, who are young.
From that bitterness - you give
Hand to other girl at night.
With a bread I eat, with water
I drink bitterness of life.
Woe-grief and bitter sorrow
You are growing, Rus, at farm.
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