Will the Longing for Love go away,
That tortures the heart in my chest,
Which is a tart and bitter drink.
In the aortas and in the veins of the heart muscle,
Which warms like brandy to a forgotten drama,
That burns like lava,
That beckons hope like a lying lady,
What tortures sweetly as Shaitan's associate?!
Tosca, shut up, you're under the mouth of the Vulcan!!!!
Will the Longing for Love go away,
That tortures the heart in my chest,
Which is a tart and bitter drink.
In the aortas and in the veins of the heart muscle?!
O she who bathed in Love!
And looks haughty, with a sad smile,
Please don't cheat, don't lie!
Be sincere! Just say it!
Will the longing for love go away?!!
Leyla Yusupova.