The Georgian hills are covered with the night.
....No sound is heard except the river’s purl.
..........It makes me sad, my grief is light,
.....My thoughts are full of you, my fairy girl.
......I’ve lost my heart, I dream about you,
And only you have caused me to be mourning.
..........I burn to say how deeply I love you.
........I cannot but love, my soul is burning.
*** The Georgian hills... From A. Pushkin
© Copyright: Татьяна Буевич, 2005
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