My Fumes Lamp Throws A Light By Rasul Gamzatov Poem by Yuri Starostin

My fumes lamp throws a light.
Everything sleep in the house, but only I do not sleep,
I leaned over sleeping you,
To re- utter, 'I love you.'
And my days were bitter and sweeter
But, becoming older, I catch myself on that,
That I repeat now more often
One by one: 'I love you! '
And sometimes by the unrighteousness sinning,
Only to one I pray you:
Do not think so I'm fall,
To lie by a confession: 'I love you! '
And my one, my true
Verse is only this: 'I love you! '