That Magic Spell

That magic spell of thrilling Russian nights,
The setting sun, the love, champagne and alleys,
That summer charm, those games and scenic valleys,
That magic spell of thrilling Russian nights …

The balls and belles, the ensigns beaming bright,
That waltz by Shubert, those verses sweet and mellow,
The setting sun, the love, champagne in alleys,
That magic spell of thrilling Russian nights…

The summer spell of magic Russian nights:
The evening sun, it sets in golden splendor,
The poet’s eyes are so sky-like, blue and endless,
That magic spell of thrilling Russian nights,

Perhaps I dreamt and love – my fancy’s flight…
My blazing hugs, my words you meet with laughter,
But I’ll remember in this life and hereafter
That magic spell of thrilling Russian nights,

That magic spell of thrilling Russian nights…
That magic spell of thrilling Russian nights…


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