Did you hear beyond the copse nightly voice?
The voice of the love singer, singer of his sorrow?
When the fields in the morning time were silent,
Sad and common reeds sound,
If heard you?
Did you meet in the desert forest darkness
The love singer, singer of his sorrow?
Did you traces of tears or smile notice,
Or the calm, gentle look, filled with yearning,
If heard you?
Did you sigh listening to quiet voice
Of singer of love, singer of his sorrow?
When in the woods the youth you saw,
Coming across the gaze of his lack-lustre, lifeless eyes,
If sighed you?
(from Pushkin)
The Singer of Love
© Copyright: Анна Берулько, 2010
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