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Like a rare fairy tale, “Olessya!”

Sounds above the river, “Olessya!”

And in the sounds of the mysterious forest

I hear the name, Olessya.

In the singing brook is given.

And a song pours over the lake.

Over green grass and foliage:

“… Stay, stay with me…”

“… Olessya, Olessya, Olessya,

You look like violets of the forest …”

A bottomless resinous river

Hair waterfall veil

Falls on girlish shoulders,

Coquettish bang splashes

And covers his forehead with him.

“… Stay, stay with me…”

I hear in the sounds of spring

And the birds are spread by singing:

“… Olessya, Olessya, Olessya.

Like a fairy tale, like a miracle, like a song …”