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I write to you - what else?
What more can I say?
Now, I know in your will
I punish contempt.
But you, my hapless situation
A drop of pity for my Woe,
You will not leave me.
At first I wished to remain silent;
Believe me: of my shame
You would never have known never,
I would hope I had
Though rare, at least in a week time
In our village to see you,
Just to hear your speech,
You say a word, and then
All thinking, thinking about one
Day and night before new meeting.
But I hear you loner;
In wilderness, in village all to you is boring,
And we -- anything we do not Shine
Even though you are glad ingenuously.
Why you visited us?
In the backwoods of a forgotten village
I never knew you
Didn't b bitter suffering.
Soul inexperienced excitement
Subdued with time (who knows?),
At heart I would find a friend,
Would be a faithful husband
And virtuous mother.
Another!.. No one else in the world
Would not give my heart I!
It is decreed on high...
It is the will of heaven: I am yours;
My whole life has been a pledge
Dating true with you;
I know, you're God-sent,
To the grave, you are my Keeper...
In dreams you came to me
Invisible, I was too nice
Your fine opinion of me tormented,
In the shower your voice heard
Long time... no, it was not a dream!
As you arrived, I suddenly found out
I almost swooned, began to blaze with passion
And in my thoughts said: here it is!
Wouldn't you say? I have heard you:
You said to me in the silence
When I helped the poor
Or prayer delight
The longing of the soul.?
And in that instant
Not you, dear vision,
In the limpid darkness flashed,
Looked down quietly to the head?
Not you eh, with joy and love,
Words of hope I whispered?
Who are you, my angel do guardian,
Or a wily adversary:
My doubts let.
Maybe it is all empty,
The deception of an inexperienced soul!
And something quite different...
But so be it! The fate of my
Henceforth I entrust
Before you pour tears,
Your protection I implore...
Nobody understands me,
My reason is weak,
And silently to die I have.
I'm waiting for you: a single glance
Hope heart quicken
Il dream heavy Perelli,
Alas, deserved reproach!
End! Scary count...
Shame and fear freeze...
But I swear by your honor,
And boldly trust yourself...