Love Me, I Am Black Night By Maria Petrovykh
Love me, I am black night
wrong and vicious and blind.
But who else, if not you,
will love me, lives say crew.
Look, there're stars in dark sky,
They appear now, just try
to love me like the night
loves the day that is bright.
there's no choice anyway:
I'm your night, you're my day.
P.S. this is my translation of poem by Maria Petrovykh, 1942
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