Tell Me, Tell Me...

       Tell me, tell me why rainbows' been vanished?
       Tell me, tell me why rains' still remained?
       As to joy is too litle for manage,
       As to troubles too much for the gain.

       It's a wintry and long-long-long sleeping,
       It's a snowy and white fluffy flakes.
       They are falling and flapping and weeping
       On my chilly impressible face.

       All the things will return by the spring time,
       Blocks of ice in my heart will be thaw.
       And the hope will be born in the meantime,
       It'll come to my freezable soul.

       We will walk on a grass barefooted,
       Meet the dawn in the virgin clean earth.
       Dreams will touch me in their own beauty
       And nobody will make me the press.

       There'll be smell from a hay and the candle,
       Juice will run from the fresh birchen branches.
       And the rainbow will arch like a mantle
       After boring and long-long-long rains.

       
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