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How zasmotritsya me now as zadyshit ?
Cool air before the storm , so cool matings .
He will sing to me today what you hear ?
Birds sing prophetic - yes all of the tales .

Bird Sirin me grinning happily -
Cheers , beckoning from the nests ,
On the contrary - longs - grieves
Poisons the soul strange Alconost .

 Seven cherished like strings
 Rang in his turn -
 It's a bird Gamayun
 Hope takes !

In the blue sky , punctured bell towers -
Copper bell , copper bell -
That miles rejoiced , whether he was angry ...
Domes in Russia Croutes pure gold -
To the Lord often noticed .

I stand as before the eternal riddle ,
Previous great yes dreamland -
Before salty - so bitter sweet and sour,
Pigeons , spring rye .

Munching greasy dirt yes rusty ,
Sinking horse stirrups,
But involve me sleeping powers,
That limp , swollen from sleep .

 Like seven rich moons
 Gets in my way -
 That bird Gamayun
 Hope takes !

Soul loss knocked down so consumptions
Soul erased rifts -
If the flap to the blood thinner -
I patched golden patches -
To the Lord often noticed !