In peredzakatnye hours

In peredzakatnye hours
Among old trees
I love the wrong beauty
Your eyes and your words.

goodbye, It is night shadow,
The night is short, as spring dream,
But I know - tomorrow a new day,
And a new law for you.

Do not bred, not a ghost you forest,
But the old man did not know fairies
With such eyes infidelity,
With such a volatile soul!

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