My sun, my joy, my tenderness,
This is how your infinite energy attracts,
You step with your heels, as if you are flying in the clouds,
You look at me with eyes full of peace.
Your gaze makes glaciers melt,
On the move, the Cossacks throw horses and sabers,
Your voice warms the soul and sounds in the ears,
Countless ready to wallow at your feet.
How graceful are your movements like panthers,
And without the modesty of intellect like a genius,
Do these fairy fairies really exist?
Only from a fairy tale they come according to ideas.
Fairy
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