I'll take old masterpieces' air
And add two teaspoons of cold mist,
A glass of dawn… And then with care
It must be shaken and mixed.
I'll spread my cards and lit a candle:
The ace of diamonds will wink,
The queen of spades will promise scandal
And sudden sounds will be so gentle…
I'll make my magic. I will think.
I'll neither steal your love nor borrow.
Your life-line is so strong and straight!
I'll change it, hiding all my sorrow,
And face my lonely tomorrow
To save your bright and happy fate.
Translated from Russian by Larisa Ladyka
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