S. B. f-Shtein
There is such love thatâ??s similar to smoke:
If it is bound â?? itâ??s intoxicating,
Receiving freedom â?? vanished, not awaitingâ?¦ ...
Among the worlds, the sparkling spheres,
The name of One Star only I repeat...
It's not because I love Her dearly
But just because I pine with others. ...
Because I am mad about women
I am mad about the hills,'
Said that wild old wicked man
Who travels where God wills.
'Not to die on the straw at home.
Those hands to close these eyes,
That is all I ask, my dear,
From the old man in the skies.
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