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POETRY CONTEST: WHITE NIGHT

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Translated by Andrey Kikhtenko, 9a

Ah, I didn't lock the door,
I didn't light a candle,
You do not know how I’m tired,
I didn’t take a chance to lie.

Going off the strips
In the sunset of the needles,
I heard the voice,
That was not you.

I know - everything is lost,
My life is damn hell!
Still, I was sure
You’d come back.