М. Лермонтов
One whitening sail is in the sealand….
Among the blue waves and the fogs…
Why does it stay with these big fogs’ bands?
Why did it leave his own ports?
The waves are growing and wind is whistling…
And mast is falling in a while..
It is the happiness missseeking..
It doesn’t happiness survive.
It has the blue stream at the bottom
And golden sunlight on the top,
But it’s a brave and waiting for storm!
And does it want sea thunder’s stop?
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