Выхожу один я на дорогу... Lone man Im coming long
Through the mist is sparkling heavy way,
Brilliant starlights so white like snow,
Twinkle and send me fascinating rays.
Quiet Earth all blue and full of beauty
Silent sky is waiting for the morn,
All around is so nice and mute...
Why*es my heart hurt keen the inner thorn?
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