Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin - When in the Heat... lyrics

When in the heat of my embrace I capture your elastic figure And lavish words of loving praise On you with tenderness and vigor, Dear friend, you free your slender build Of my contracted arms in silence, And to my words sincere and thrilled Reply with your mistrustful smiling; Safeguarding in your memory Sad tales of loyalty's declension, Without compa**ion or attention You listen drearily to me... I curse my crafty aspirations Of youth, with all its vain delights, And waiting for the a**ignations In gardens, in the silent nights; I curse the words' romantic mumble, Mysterious melodies of verse, And kisses of believing girls, And then their tears, and later grumble.