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In the quiet winter, on a bright midday, bullfinches sang, bullfinches
In forgotten languages, I spoke to one of them
How many wonders have I experienced – sit on my palm

The nervous ticks of the clock tear ships for long miles
They know all the ways to the emerald city, the city is dear to them
In it you could see that love that I warmed
And with her, we hand in hand
We wove along the crooked lines
A cliff with the sea, but one
Naked soul, winged by a look
It is not enough to build a house
My sadness is a burden on my shoulders
You fly away to her

Tell her, tell her!
Tell her tales about the wintering spring in your chest
Tell her, tell her!
About the commandments of migratory birds of the dashing wilderness
Tell her, tell her!
Silver verses from the lips of one who has gone astray
Speak, speak!
She may be so bored with winter and dreams

The dark, warm tone of her skin
Is lost in the snow
Under the blanket and under the cover
Of the long night, you
Become her miracle for a minute, you!
Set the hands on March
And fly away to your

Speak, speak!
To her tales of the wintering spring in your chest
Speak, speak!
About the commandments of migratory birds of the dashing wilderness
Speak, speak!
Silver verses from the lips of one who has gone astray
Speak, speak!
To her…