Результаты (
английский) 2:
[копия]Скопировано!
I remember a wonderful moment
you appeared in front of me,
Like a fleeting vision,
As the genius of pure beauty. In the torture of hopeless melancholy in alarm noisy bustle, sounded to me a long tender voice and dreamed of nice features. As the years passed. Storms rush rebellious Scattered old dream And I forgot your tender voice, Your heavenly features. In the wilderness, in the darkness of captivity dragged quietly my days Without deity, without inspiration, without tears, without life, without love. The soul come awakening: And here again you appeared, Like a fleeting vision, As the genius of pure beauty. and my heart beats in ecstasy, and risen again for him and deity, and inspiration, and life, and tears, and love.
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