Это просто, это ясно (перевод стиха Анны Ахматовой)

It’s so simple, crystal clear:

Everyone would realise

That if you don’t really love me,

You will never feel this way.

So why i’m hanging on

To the person who’s not mine?

So why i pray for him

Every night and every day?

So why i just forgot

About my friend, about my child

And about my favorite city,

My hometown, my native country?

Like a dark and wandering begar,

I walk through the local capital.

Oh, how much it’s funny to me

To think that i’ll see you there!