Боль души, Soul s Pain, на англ
The moon is silvering the lake,
The snow is glittering bright,
And like a candled birthday cake,
All sparkling, lies the night.
The trees against the moonlit skies
A tangled pattern draw,
And no wind is heard to sigh,
And no twig will stir.
The tranquil, cool and crisp backdrop
Makes for the world's content,
And hard i try to stifle and stop
My groan of heart torment.
For spring and thunderstorms I'll wait,
And with a gushing rain
I'll freely cry and without restraint
Sob out my soul's pain.
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