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... In my infinite sadness
Float like thoughts, the clouds,
At the bottom of the river is worried,
As a sense of carefree joy ...
I love the autumn woods
Above him - shine heaven
What I would like to become
Or in a quiet red leaf
Ile in the rain gay whistle
But, turning, reborn
And to return to the fold,
So that one day in the house
Before a big way
Say: - I've been in the forest leaf!
Say: - I was in the forest the rain!
Believe me: I am pure soul ...
1967
Nikolay Rubtsov
Последний раз редактировалось tchaika; 20.01.2011 в 16:41.
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