The twilight flowering of the fire
Drops of anger stuck to a liar
The flute crystal shines in the ear
A stream of voices circling near
I will sing to you about sorrow
What will happen tomorrow
Round pine from smelly laughter
We'll roll over the sun where rain is softer
I will sing to you about the dream
In which the moon lived gleam
Blue fog trampled gold springs
In the silence of the bright wings
Swans bow to the fire of smoky ghosts
Oblivion visits the world most
I feel pressure down feeling
Memories of joys and meetings healing
Cherry fruit burns with amber color
Raven with a flowing eye sat on shoulder
Bloody branches are long as veins
And my body is swimming in pains
The twilight flowering of the fire
Drops of anger stuck to a liar
The flute crystal shines in the ear
A stream of voices circling near
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© Copyright: Виктор Ольберш, 2019
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