So it is much told to you...

So it is much told to you...

So it is much told to you,
Also it is together passed it is a lot of
Thanks God and destiny...
And so with you it became cozy!

You всеобъемлем, you are favourite
And me also I know that others.
Give about feelings we will keep silent,
There live in us Paganini's notes.

You my angel and the mister,
What you close and far.
My stanza you властилин,
Same thin and deep!

You God of a feather, the prose writer of day,
In line severe and truthful
On the party склоня...
High maple over a thin willow!

With you to me winds aren't terrible,
Your lips, your embraces...
Only groans, всхлипы also are audible,
And your foes of a damnation!

Not to win it us with you,
While there is a thought, a feather, a paper
With you we own destiny...
The love to Fatherland is, courage!

Courage to tell truth in eyes
And together not to be afraid to sweep...
And let the truthful thunder-storm rattles,
We will bypass and осторов flatteries!

So it is much told to you,
Also it is together passed it is a lot of
Thanks God and destiny...
And so with you it became cozy!

The author: Natalia Ivanovna Koljushina
2011.


© Copyright: Natalia Ivanovna Koljushina, 2011
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