With happiness of my youth
There was only former memory,
You a soul, heart to me warm,
Are vain to me now dream …
You a soul, heart to me warm,
Are vain to me now dream …
I remember former love,
Was soul and heart it is lovely,
You excited miraculously blood,
Me to itself always attracted …
You excited miraculously blood,
Me to itself always attracted …
In embraces hot in love
We spent ours of summer,
In a shower to us nightingales sang
And you were soul of the poet …
In a shower to us nightingales sang
And you were soul of the poet …
But that here has occured,
That have grown cold our feelings,
Иль our that has passed time,
In fact you in love were skilful …
Иль our that has passed time,
In fact you in love were skilful …
In fact you in love were skilful
© Copyright: Владимир Герун, 2008
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