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I\'m not angry by Alexander Blokk

Winter evening plays with blackthorn,

Blows out the candle in the window.

You went on a date with your lover boy;

I am alone. I will forgive. I am silent as widower.

 

You don\'t know whom you pray cincer  to -

He plays insidiously and jokes with you.

You will  prick yourself with a cold thorn,

Returning home at night out mood.

 

But, having listened to happiness for a long time,

I will still wait for you by the window.

You surrender yourself to it with passion insane…

It does not matter. I\'m keeping a secret from all.

 

Everything, that is foggy in your heart due

Will become clear in my silence dream…

And when he at last breaks up with you,

You will confess sincerely   only to me.