Where are you, where are you, bright sun?
Come out, warm the gloomy earth, everyone.
Or do you no longer care
Where we are now and what we bear?
Without you, we’re cold and in the dark,
Day after day we search for the spark -
For gold, but never find its gleam
Amid the white fields, like a dream.
Come, drive the fog away.
Like a wild beast in a trap, I stay.
Silently I wait for dawn -
I know this time, when night is drawn,
It will be the last.
Where are you, where are you?
© Copyright: Евгений Тушин, 2026
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