Dmitry was awake around midnight
Thinking that he heard the voice of Elena
In the mysterious river breeze
Guiding to his dreams with her image
Hearing her sing beautifully
In the lowest register
As it moved majestically
Like a sparkling nightingale
Fly through the black cloud
(dedicated to a great poet, John Ashbery)
If this is a musical composition this piece would be a hit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very colorful and soothing words here..(smile)