The Town Rain by Evgeny Evtushenko

There is  the rain at the town.;

It’s pouring dayly-nightly.

You’dnt await   words my own, words my own.

I love you very tightly.

The rain is pounding on the roofs,

So that all the roofs are groaning,

Everything is silent about me, ops, about me, ops.

And you would not hear me.

I love very highly

Wide and also enormous.

Let for your mentality 

Completely ignorance.

There will be in the life

Many meetings- farewells,

There will be many rains, many rains,

Perhaps there will be sorrows.

The rain will beat so

Iron roofs and willows,

I will love surely, surely,

Unchangeably and faithfully,

I love very highly,

Wide also enormous.

Let for your mentality 

Completely ignorance