Let moon is shining - night is dark.
Let life will bring to people - happiness, -
In my soul the spring of love
Will not exchange with storm's embarrassment.
Night overspreaded wide at me
And being cooled with a deathly look
On question in the soul - answering,
Poured all with a spicy, sweety poison clue,
And vainly, with a hidden passion
In cold mist of morning I'm roving
With only dream, with one desire intimate:
Let moon is shining - night is dark.
Let life will bring to people - happiness, -
In my soul the spring of love
Will not exchange with storm's embarrassment.
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