(H.264 MPEG4 AVC 16:9) Surganova Orchestra - I Like That You Are Sick Is Not Me. A fragment of the music show "New Year's Not Blue Spark" - 2004. Cover version song from the film "Irony of Fate or Enjoy Your Bath" from the poems of Marina Tsvetaeva. Кавер версия Песня из кинофильма "Ирония Судьбы или с лёгким паром" - Мне нравится, что вы больны не мной - на стихи Марины Цветаевой.Новогодний Не Голубой огонёк - 2004.text..:I like that you are not obsessed of meI like that I have no obsession of youEven then, when the earth does not float away from under our feetI like that you can be a funny,dissolved, - and not playing with a wordsAnd not blush suffocating waveSlightly adjoined ours sleeves.Thank you! from the heart and shaking handsFor the fact that you did not knowing about it - so loved me..For my peace of night, for occasional meetings during the hours of sunset,For our not-walks in the moonlight, For the sun, not-over our headsFor what I like that you are not obsessed of meFor what I like that I have no obsession of youThank you! from the heart and shaking handsFor the fact that you did not knowing about it - so loved me..For my peace of night, for occasional meetings during the hours of sunset,For our not-walks in the moonlight, For the sun, not-over our headsFor what I like that you are not obsessed of meFor what I like that I have no obsession of youoriginal text..:I like that you are not obsessed with me,I like that I have no obsession either,And not for once in the eternityThe heavy earth beneath our feet will witherI like I can be funny and be free,Be careless with words and never botherTo be betrayed by tide of blush when weBrush with our sleeves when passing one another.I also like that in my companyYou're confident enough to hug the other,You don't foretell infernal sufferingTo me for being kissed by other lovers.I also like you never call in vainThe sweet inflection of my name, my sweetieAnd that we'll never live to see the dayWhen wedding bells hail us with nuptial greetings.I thank you from the bottom of my heartFor loving me so much quite unawares:For nightly peace that you will never thwart,For twilight dates that can not be more scarce,For moonlight walks that we will never start,And for the sun above that'll never wear us,For you, alas, who're not obsessed with me,For me, alas, with no obsession either.