как у нас со знанием английского?
i don't mind your knocking on my door
at midnight, when the winds are calming down.
i don't mind to feel that i'm ignored
until i know that your heart is bound
i don't mind that hopeless fairytales
are creepng into our coutioned bed
i even don't mind that wisdom fails
to understand that love's already dead
i don't mind that 100 years
have past in vain. and solitude is thick.
i don't mind to listen to your prayers,
but i'm not god, my darling, i am weak.