Stream Spring Весны ручей
Stream Spring, you to me to not catch up,
To not untwine spinin knees
And your silver - to not count
And the gold scattered at the bottom,
To not pay off for the sins-
And that in my thoughts still is hidden,
And that heavy press and So run-
Towards to a life! Hardly to meet
It is necessary to you with what,
having destroyed the house,
In your desires not having to obey,
You have punched a way to yourself,
not knowing about that
2003
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