Tsh-h-h. Don’t say a word.
Tsh-h-h, I beg – be quiet,
Because the night has come,
Because the trees are silent,
Because the wind did sing
Of something very pleasant,
Because the day will bring
Us nothing, but a present
Of interesting feelings,
Peculiar sensations,
The light within its limits
And pure imagination.
Quiet night
© Copyright: Андрей Грибохватов, 2004
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