Dedicated to my son Stanislav
Silence, night fog
Cover the shores
The moon shines over the earth,
Lighting up with tender light
The silver meadows.
The sky is broad, the stars are twinkling
With a myriad of lights,
They see the world complex and easy
They see the simple world of shadows.
Thick forest, rustling leaves,
Quite babble of the wind.
The warm hand of the night
Guards the harmonious garden,
As if the cover of the heavy cloud.
Beautiful, amazing, wonderful,
It stands still over the earth.
It is free and flattering for the soul,
So alive, splendid, luxuriant,
The night – the beauty before dawn.
Night
© Copyright: Николай Трофимов, 2006
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