the moon river caressed her.
Above the fast run of vernal waters,
Already buds blossomed.
And brighter than the moon’s sky,
Gentle early leaves.
You are no longer with me
In the depths of fast waters.
Only the memory of you sings:
– “You were once proud of her!
That girl in the waves of the river,
What fish slid with you,
That foam hid in them,
That dance with the wave drove…
You remember, wounded, behind her,
Cupid’s arrow in the heart,
Dived! Already near, with her!…
Do girls have a heart singing?!”
Oh! How beautiful was!
Spring, loose buds.
And the bank of the river is a cliff,
And the first love sprout.
I do not believe in myth
I do not believe in myth, no, I do not believe.
But, in reality, I met with you.
From my fairy tale you may be inspired.
I feel a breeze in the spring…
Even in the fields the grass was not green,
Another sprout did not come to life on the crowns.
And I saw everything in the green of the oak,
And I heard your singing voice.
I hear voice the spring,
I recognized him in the rustle of foliage.
From my fairy tale he may be inspired,
That light breeze from Spring.
I recognized you in everything
I recognized you in everything:
In the glow of the sun golden
In the exact harmony of birches,
In the crystal droplets of thunderstorms.
She lived only in the heart of reality
You sang, echoing the nightingale.
In the clear silence of the night
I met with you alone.
In the moonlight you came,
By the surface of the lake floated.
Canoe magical with Silence
They introduced with you to me.
But in the morning it was time.
The sky is already near dawn.
And the Night leaves us in a hurry,
And Canoe with you runs away.
Then I rush him.
I grab the prow… I stand alone.
I sometimes had a dream like that.
And so, I met with you.
And you only lived in it,
And I was lonely in the afternoon.
But by chance, in reality,
I recognize your myth in you.
That voice that rings in the creek.
Now I am attracted to you.
In the eye of the lake to look.
Dip your eyes in them.
Birch slender torso.
And you’re a hot kiss to,
May the world suddenly become a living myth
And the sun’s ray, your warmth.
And the sky with pure dawn.
And we met together with you…
Meet with Love, with you
I recognized you in everything:
In the glow of the sun in gold,
In the exact harmony of birches,
In the crystal droplets of dew.
But by chance, in reality,
I recognize your myth in you.
That voice that rings in the creek.
Now I am attracted to you.
In the eyes of the lake to look.
In the eyes, lakes drown.
Birch slender hug…
And a hot kiss to…
So that the World suddenly became a living myth,
And the sun’s ray, your warmth.
Like heaven, with a pure dawn,
Meet with Love, with you…
But still
Terrible, terrible Chimera boredom,
Worse than the solitude of the hand.
And yet there is no separation in the world,
A boredom grind flour.
And the
