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Inspiration: “Perfumer of night calls…”

Sophia Kurbatova

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Through the darkness and the storm I hear the phone in the night,

And again my heart is blazing and breaking,

There seemed to be no reason to be angry with you.,

So impressed by your tender and sincere impulse.

Your voice echoed in the heart with awe and bliss,

And blood boiled again literally with a new force,

And so warm from the memories of what we had,

Your magic love was uncontrollably beautiful.

And I flew like a bird without fear and reproach, and obstacles,

Rather in your arms and in the tenderness of your hands,

I heard the voice of my native hair I inhaled the aroma of,

Who did not want such love, most likely will lie.

Love that tears the heart and penetrates the soul,

And tears themselves flow from separation at least for a day,

And, to return to her, ready for the whole world to bring down,

And I realized that life is boring without these passions.