Татьяна Королёва - От постоянства моего...
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From my constancy
How it takes cheekbones from lemon
My watch from year to year
They are accurate and never lie
From my constancy
Nature itself would fall asleep
And grayness of the northern latitudes
It would be established around

But how I would like not to know
Where does the boat carry me
Like through a thicket ahead
Like a sled desert
To stumble and again
On the same step,
Kiss the road with your forehead -
I have such happiness

Such happiness that spring
And the air is drunk, like a rag
And it so happened that mine
The dawn became a landmark
That I'm in order another day
I don't need anyone's advice,
To mate a hundred miles
And tell you hello