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Forgive him – for his lack of love,

For all the torment and pain,

His eyes and fair hands —

You’ll remember them in winter time.

Forgive him – for his simplicity,

Of the human soul, so immature;

And for lacking bold impulses —

Like the forceful flow of a man.

Forgive him – for his lack of love,

For his indifference and neglect,

And for your nights’ suffocation,

From your tears, “broken” into blood.

Forgive him – you release him…

Let him be happy and healthy,

And his lack of love – you’ll recognize;

Towards you it will return – as love.

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He doesn’t give you flowers,

And doesn’t drink in brotherhood;

Without him you’re worn out,

He doesn’t come, doesn’t appear in dreams.

I’ll howl like a wolf,

I’ll pine and drown

In tears, I’ll shatter my sleep,

Like a tightly strung string.

I’ll forget and curse,

All the flowers not given,

That stranger, like the moon’s dream,

And mine, like a dog’s life…

At dawn – dawn burns,

Boundless – without embrace,

Living without him is in vain,

What do you breathe, what do you eat?

He won’t give you flowers,

Won’t come and won’t be here,

In the glowing sky – to freeze,

And disappear, like smoke fades away…