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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…