'The moon with a thoughtful smile...'
The moon with the thoughtful smile
Crafty pours to the Earth the light.
Casted by the love smoky,
I send hearty to it the greetings.
And quickly decaying by the languor,
On the thought I catch myself:
I search for the woman, to whom
I dream to tell that I love!
For a long time I wait for her with the waving.
The wedding dreamt a ceremony...
There was for her I am good trued!
The stars are talked about this.
The moon to me friendly nods:
«I see your woman! »
And the blood is blissful begins to boil,
And turns my head around!
2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem