The morning breathes through your window…

The morning breathes through your window,
Inspired my heart,
They fly forgotten dreams,
Raised visions of spring,
And on a pink cloud of dreams
In the sky someone's soul carried
Young, God narodyvshyysya…
Leave the noxious chamber,
Fly away into the infinite heights,
For winged vision chase,
Morning knows your aspiration,
Inspired my heart!

5 August 1899

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