Aristarchus Romashin. (№ 423779)

Not gloomy clouds in the sky,
Not wind long howling,
Not caustic fog exhausted,
And the day was overshadowed.
That bad is not the first case
(When I'm angry out of jealousy -
Shouted! You asked, "Don't torture!")
I was separated from you...
Not the light of the golden luminaries,
Not sweet singing of birds,
Othello awakened in me -
Ruthlessly threw down!
That eye of your wondrous power,
That voice that motivates us to live,
That jealousy awakened in me,
That beast made me be.
Possessed by your beauty,
No to carry.
Let into his heart crushed,
Loss of unthinkable fear.
Through tears she whispered, "Beloved,
Read my faithfulness in your eyes."
But the jealousy of the strong lanympy -
I left happiness in my dreams.
Not gloomy clouds in the sky,
Not the wind of cold days,
Not caustic fog exhausted,
And my life made it sicker...
That bad once case
(When, like a jealous villain -
Shouted! Though she asked: "Do not torture!")
Forever separated me from her...