Then Ever It Would Really You Are Not Exist, By Rasul Gamzatov Poem by Yuri Starostin

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Then ever it would really you are not exist,
I think I would not to live even for a day,
Would anyone to be the cause of my trouble and complaints
Would anyone to be the source of a happiness for me?

Who is to I flew from the far lands,
Who is to I was grief, who is to I was sad,
Who is to I would arrowed the lines,
That are I have devoted to you?

Were bloomed the gardens and were singing the birds indeed,
When would I have not seen your eyes,
Were burning the stars in the heavens
And the sun light was ashed out on the world?
When you are would not, oh indeed
I could be happy as I am now?