Hi, Satan!
As you can see - this Russian motherf*cker is still standing.
So, I was digging in my writings, which I do once a year or so and found this masterpiece.
But since I a complete perfectionist, I have decided to correct a few mistakes in my translation that I've found.
So, enjoy a new version of "not your cup of tea"
You are the only fan of my poetry here after all.
I believe it is a pretty perfect translation now.
But, PLEASE, correct me, when you find any mistakes!!!
LIGHT MELTS THE ICE


I want so hard to read all of your letters,
While all of the others are just reading rap,
Your letters are full of handwritten digits,
Those are the dates of when we haven’t met,
At the place we are not: a grass grows high,
And sky touches a bottom of river nice!
At the place we are not: from sunrise to dusk,
Light melts the ice,
Light melts the ice…
Light melts the ice…
I want so hard to read all of your letters,
To taste in my mouth the order of words,
As syllables born on this sheet of paper,
I am being born from the seams that I was,
At the place we are not: a grass grows high
And sky touches a bottom of river nice!
At the place we are not: from sunrise to dusk,
Light melts the ice,
Light melts the ice…
As you can see - this Russian motherf*cker is still standing.
So, I was digging in my writings, which I do once a year or so and found this masterpiece.
But since I a complete perfectionist, I have decided to correct a few mistakes in my translation that I've found.
So, enjoy a new version of "not your cup of tea"

You are the only fan of my poetry here after all.

I believe it is a pretty perfect translation now.
But, PLEASE, correct me, when you find any mistakes!!!
LIGHT MELTS THE ICE



I want so hard to read all of your letters,
While all of the others are just reading rap,
Your letters are full of handwritten digits,
Those are the dates of when we haven’t met,
At the place we are not: a grass grows high,
And sky touches a bottom of river nice!
At the place we are not: from sunrise to dusk,
Light melts the ice,
Light melts the ice…
Light melts the ice…
I want so hard to read all of your letters,
To taste in my mouth the order of words,
As syllables born on this sheet of paper,
I am being born from the seams that I was,
At the place we are not: a grass grows high
And sky touches a bottom of river nice!
At the place we are not: from sunrise to dusk,
Light melts the ice,
Light melts the ice…



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