And so you came. Like lightning.
As quiet as soul's discharge.
As lost in the past my motherland.
Amazement of calling prize.
I would never have thought - never
Never even dreamed sometimes at night,
That you'll be with me of the same age
that you'll lie as a wave on my heart.
I confused you, my love, with too many,
Only for a glimpse or one line,
And sedentary lived as a wayward,
poison instead of water drank.
Now I am ashamed before you
For my past life
Now I see - I was thief and lowbrow,
someone's else I was plowing a track.
And with you - we have night mists,
With small volume of Blok in hand,
And nothing more we need,
And life away... is light...
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