From Nightingale she heard a song -
It breaks and lights the night,
It's power grows and makes her strong,
But also can suffice.
The Winter'll come but sweetest voice
So trembling like a fire,
So trembling like а quiet noise -
Alike the words of liar.
The ballad twirled in the snow
And burn the hearts of sages,
This blessed garden that she prowl,
The bird is burning pages...
From Nightingale she heard a song,
Last centuries and dust,
How long was past, the path is long
Inviolable by lust...
20.01.2010
Blessed garden of Nightingale...