Machine code translation:
I love you, even though I'm in a rage,
Although it is labor and shame vain,
And in this stupid unhappy
At your feet I confess!
I can not face and not for years ...
It's time, it's time for me to be smarter!
But I recognize all the signs
The disease of love in my soul:
Without you I'm bored. I'm yawning;
With you, I'm sad, - I endure;
And, there is no urine, I wish to say,
My angel, how I love you!
When I hear from the living room
Your easy step, il dresses noise,
Or a virgin, innocent voice,
I suddenly lose all my mind.
You will smile, - I feel good;
You turn away, I am longing;
For the day of torment - reward
Me your pale hand.
When behind the hoop diligently
Sit you, leaning casually,
Eyes and curls omitted, -
I'm touched, silently, tenderly
I admire you as a child! ..
Shall I tell you of my misfortune,
My jealous grief,
When to walk, sometimes, in a bad weather,
Are you going to the distance?
And your tears are on your own,
And speeches in the corner together,
And travel to Opochka,
And the pianoforte in the evening? ..
Alina! have pity on me.
I dare not demand love.
Perhaps, for my sins,
My angel, I'm not worthy of love!
But pretend! This look
Everything can express so wonderfully!
Ah, it's not difficult to deceive me! ..
I'm happy to deceive myself!