Елена Фролова - Ещё один огромный взмах...
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Another huge swing
And the eyelashes sleep
Oh, sweet body!Oh dust
The lightest bird!
What did you do in the fog of days?
Did you wait and sing?
There was so much sigh in her
So few bodies
Not humanly sweet
Her nap
From an angel and from an eagle
There was something about her
And she sleeps, and the choir beckons her
To the Gardens of Eden.
As if I'm not full of songs
Sleeping demon!
Hours, years, centuries.- Neither us
Neither our rooms
And the monument, rooted
Doesn't remember anymore
The broom has been inactive for a long time
And they will flatter
Above the Muse of Tsarskoe Selo
Nettle crosses
Nettle crosses
Another huge swing
And the eyelashes sleep
Oh, sweet body!Oh dust
The lightest bird!