Я предупредил. А за оркестр беспокоиться не надо. Его откачают от Укупника, и месяцев через несколько он бравурно грянет что-нибудь вроде: You have come here
in pursuit of
your deepest urge,
in pursuit of
that wish,
which till now
has been silent,
silent...
You have brought me
To that moment where
Words run dry,
To that moment where
Speech disappears
Into silence,
Silence…
I have come here,
Hardly knowing
The reason why…
In my mind,
I've already imagined
Our bodies entwining,
Defenceless and silent –
And now I'm here with you:
No second thoughts,
I've decided,
Decided…
Past the point of no return –
No going back now:
Our passion-play has now,
At last, begun…
Past all thought of right or wrong –
One final question:
How long should we two wait,
Before we're one…?
When will the blood
Begin to race,
The sleeping bud
Burst into bloom?
When will the flames,
At last, consume us…?
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