Читать книгу Песнь. Song - Зиновья Душкова - Страница 3

I thank a lot, my dear friends,

I feel your help every day.

I cannot see you in the space,

But do know, – each has a good face.

I think you must be very much in need

While does live here the holy man. All people

Believe in fineness, when go you

To help, but don’t they know who is who.

I’m so much sorry, my dear friends,

You help me ever in life mine, – thanks!

Where did you go from my planet,

When I want you give more help with merit.

My little friends, I know a lot,

Where on earth all is fine, and short

The road. When does the peace prevail

And you keep singing the song of mountain?

It’s beautiful this song, and never

I did hear on earth any better.

I dream with the song, but where are the mountains, —

I want to see them and spell my troubles.

Then we together shall leave.

And will the troubles never be in meeting, —

Good bye! I want to be very happy.