My love, the fine spring

My love, the fine spring.

Vladimir Gerun

I remember your taste on lips,
My love, fine spring,
After all to you I wandered in the dark
About one day with you of spring oblivion …
After all to you I wandered in the dark
About one day with you of spring oblivion …

And we have got acquainted casually with you,
You went along the street and cried timidly,
And heart has compressed so, well an angel, my God,
And so me it, - well all has inside touched.
And heart has compressed so, well an angel, my God,
And so me it, - well all has inside touched.

I have approached and is silent so have asked, -
«Well happens, the lovely princess?»
And your sight so desperately asked,
«I do not find without the friend to myself a place».
And your sight so desperately asked,
«I do not find without the friend to myself a place».

By what there the friend, a kitten was lost,
And you similar cried about it,
And instead of a seal I with you remained,
In the evenings we purr together.
And instead of a seal I with you remained,
In the evenings we purr together.

I remember your taste on lips,
My love, fine spring,
After all to you I wandered in the dark
About one day with you of spring oblivion …
After all to you I wandered in the dark
About one day with you of spring oblivion …