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Upon my tomb yet snowflakes are falling
Last winter song in distance I’ve heard
I’ve no seen bright colors in blue light
A pensive truth for wintertime indeed
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But by the welkin, nature keeps the sooth
Again affection-passion in my dreams
A light through light in solitary gleam
I gotta drinking freshness of the air
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Thine paints are playing with each other
Much snow-flakes still whirling over heads
In pool they drown very promptly
And stars on water see His pain…
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There is a heart in golden cage and chains
Resplendence hid your raving beauty
Sore pang lacerated wild youth again
In pristine waters live your lone pain
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On cloud I’ve been sitting drinking tea
Beside the sea much sparkles disappear
Do wanna ride with me through space?
That’s why blue sky still living here…
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The dewy grass are talking with my feet
With passion I will run through morning
Why have no more the feeling in thy lore
With tea on moon I wanna to be sitting
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To whom to who I sang these songs
A lot of beauty – trees along
To left to right – forbidden chance
She smiles toughly – Love above
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As wild wind she’s sauntering with me
The sunset comes along the stormy sea
Two figures sitting on the beach apart
A cruel king will capture ardent hearts
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The stormy nature called on Him
I am with Him – nocturnal party
No doubt – pain still dwell with me
Lethargic trees – there are no tears
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A. Glukhov. Winter landscape. 1990. Kolobova's collection in St. Petersburg.
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Beyond the woods I won’t see His castle
Such picturesque attire thru the trees