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אֲנִי וְאַתְּ

Я и Вы

לֹא, אֵינֶנִּי בֶּן-זוּג לָךְ, גְּבֶרֶת,
מוֹצָאִי מֵאֶרֶץ שׁוֹנָה,
לֹא אֹהַב גִּיטָרָה חִוֶּרֶת
אֶלָּא קוֹל פִּרְאִי שֶׁל זוּרְנָה.

לֹא בְּאוּלַמּוֹת וְסָלוֹנִים,
לַזָּ'קֶטִים וְלַשְּׂמָלוֹת --
אֶת שִׁירַי אֶקְרָא לַדְּרָקוֹנִים,
לַשָּׁמַיִם וְלַחוֹלוֹת.

עֵת נַפְשִׁי צְמֵאָה, מְאֹהֶבֶת,
הִיא עַרְבִי שׁוֹתֶה בַּמִּדְבָּר --
לֹא אַבִּיר כָּנוּעַ כְּעֶבֶד
שֶׁכָּאן בַּתְּמוּנָה מְצֻיָּר.

וְאָמוּת לֹא עַל כַּר וְכֶסֶת,
עִם נוֹטַרְיוֹן וְרוֹפֵא,
אַךְ בְּסֵתֶר נְקִיק, בָּעֵשֶׂב
וּבְצֵל קִיסוֹס יְפֵהפֶה;

וַאֲנִי גַּם לֹא אֶתְאַזְרֵחַ
בְּגַן-עֵדֶן צַח וְרַחוּם,
אַךְ הֵיכָן שֶׁמּוֹכֵס, רוֹצֵחַ
וְזוֹנָה יִצְעֲקוּ לִי: "קוּם!"

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