3
Donkey resting weary,
Scrap thrown in the sand under a rock,
And the owner wanders lover
For nochnoyu, for znoynoyu mgloy.
And the familiar, empty, rocky,
But today - mysterious path
Again resulting in a shaded enclosure,
Fleeing into the blue haze.
And all the anguish of despair,
And go for a watch clock,
And prickly rose today
Dropped below the dew thrust.
Is il reward will be punished,
If I'm out of the way?
As if the door nightingale garden
knock, and you can enter l?
And the past seems strange,
And the hand does not return to work:
heart knows, that guests are looking for
I'll be in the Nightingale Garden…
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My heart is telling the truth,
And the fence was not terrible,
I did not knock - she opened
Forbidding door, she.
Along cool road, among the lilies,
Odnozvučno stuck handy,
Sweet songs have stunned,
They took my soul nightingales.
A stranger to the edge of an unknown happiness
I opened the arms of those,
I sounded, downturn, wrist
louder, than in my impoverished dream.
Intoxicated with the wine of gold,
Golden scorched by fire,
I forgot about the rocky path,
About his fellow poor.
