Поцелуями прежде... - пер. М. Ю. Лермонтова

I've counted earlier the happiness
By my kisses so sweet, but today -
I became of this matter so tired.
I don't love anybody today.
And by tears I've counted my life,
My mutionus life in a row.
But at that time I was merged in love,
Now I don't love anybody,
For today I've lost calculation
Of my years, I'm longing to catch
The oblivion's wings, which could carry
Both infinity, my heart - away!