In My Memories Of Spring By Rasul Gamzatov Poem by Yuri Starostin

In a mention that a autumn has come,
In my caresses about a going day
Your face eclipse another faces.

This is not necessary to speak,
But you have to my chest a head bowed,
And I admit that I can not to hide,
You're all in front of me are eclipsed!

We had a chance to see a lot of,
And the joy and sadness - all were in life,
But the silver of your hair shine,
As ever before it did not shine.

And all is equal, we are together or apart,
You're all in front of me are eclipsed.


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