Meadow Sweet
The meadow sweet dreams of growing
Not far from quiet streams,
(Even flowers, you know,
Have their sweet dreams).
But dreams do not always come true,
And so this flower grows
On the slopes of green hills too
Where a cheery wind blows.
The meadow sweet is a little bitter
That its dream it can't always meet,
So wherever it has to grow
It smells bitter-sweet.
Из цикла Полевые цветы, Таволга, на англ
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