Bring me coffee exquisitely - black, With the black magic of the night, prepare it. I`ll sit down at the table with this cup of bottomless, And, as if - I would hide from everything, from everything. Bring me coffee exquisitely - gentle, With a lunar image in a cup and with a scattering of stars. I want to enjoy bitter, To the delight in the soul, and to the joyful tears! Well, if I become completely alone, And will want the bliss of the mysterious countries, Bring me coffee with the scent of the East, With a light haze of Turkish tempting secrets.
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