Clouds of heaven, perpetual wanderers!
Running away, refugees just like me,
Over the azure steppe, bound in pearly chain,
From my dear North to the South you flee.
Who is a-chasing you: was it a fate resolve?
Clandestine jealousy? Bare-faced spite?
Or, you are fleeing your casual lawlessness?
Or, you escape from a poisonous slime?
No, you are weary of desolate lowlands…
Being aloof of the passions and scourge;
Always cold-blooded, and always free-spirited,
Empty of birthplace, denied of refuge.
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Михаил Лермонтов
Тучи
vip30/08/2026
Krakow
Michail Lermontov - Clouds
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