I look in beautiful eyes...

Vladimir Gerun

Have turned yellow leaves of poplars,
And eyes as coals overdue,
You today to me slightly pour,
From what from a life we tired?
You today to me slightly pour,
From what from a life we tired?

The evening star is shone,
Nightingales do not meet a dawn,
I look in beautiful eyes,
I notice grief and a gray hair …
I look in beautiful eyes,
I notice grief and a gray hair …


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