Poem
Запись от Пар-И размещена 21.09.2009 в 09:37
Deacon Alexander Mumrikov
Quitting the day of the white snow,
Cloudy, rosin.
And away from the world blindly
Play the sound of bells.
FPI simply stand, forgetting
Where born, what fate?
Vlest the tower and just be
Seeing the clouds to the north ...
What remains, preserving
From the earth, worldly vanity.
We just plod-delirium
And whisper, whisper, and with longing ...
Quitting the day of the white snow,
Cloudy, rosin.
And away from the world blindly
Play the sound of bells.
FPI simply stand, forgetting
Where born, what fate?
Vlest the tower and just be
Seeing the clouds to the north ...
What remains, preserving
From the earth, worldly vanity.
We just plod-delirium
And whisper, whisper, and with longing ...
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