I would like to see you in a white dress on this hill
That offers a fabulous view
Today, tired of riding a fast horse, I will
Come to the lake where the mirrors are blue
This hill is the place of the gods
Playing in the winds
Rising up to the clouds
And leaving the grass spread at my feet
There is no time in this place,
It's so easy and free
But your beautiful face
Almost disappears with the white cloud of my dreams, I can't see
It's almost dissolved far away,
Many miles from this hill,
Only Russian birches may
Keep this image undoubtedly real
Undoubtedly real
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