My mysterious vision, my lost Albion
I’ve never been happy without you before.
In dreams I could fly, but I couldn’t forget
Your eyes in the clouds and my latest regrets.
The snowflakes are singing in blueberry dark:
“ Just stay with my little and valiant heart!”
“I promise, I’ll find you wherever I go” –
The winter wind howled outside the house door.
My mysterious vision, my lost Albion
I saw you in dreams many centuries before,
The long northern path through Siberian cold
For the eyes, where once day I’ ve lost peace and control.
My lost Albion
© Copyright: Полночь Пять Девять, 2011
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