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On the far shore ... ( romance ) ( G.Bogdanov - Lebedev )

On the far side of the sea White
Fly again , not arguing with destiny .
And you , my dream timid ,
Hands is not hall of grief.
Another separation :
Reproach , disappointment , grief .
Flying distance to be treated ,
Did not believe in a cure.

Raring to heaven feelings Burano
From the vicious circle .
Let clouds ragged tufts
We again separated from each other .
And let them , the ground lead,
Feather will fall snow-white ,
Downstairs another man , model
Wife will remain as before.

And I'm with you all the colors of autumn
I'll take a blizzard of snow ,
Where rare azure blue ,
Where thoughts sinful , intoxicating .
I'll take the vortices are deciduous ,
Icy winds over the ponds.
I 'll take the dreary thoughts ,
Ineradicable years.

And the memory sharp runners
The spring of hope, through the darkness of doubt
Draw a bright velvet winter crop
In everyday snow layers
Green light of hope dimmer
Only fate presented .
Farewell, my usual pain .
All your rebellious , restless .
That's it. Yet.