To L.S.A
Sweet dreams, Sweetheart, sweet dreams.
The night is starry, still.
The moon on top of dreary hills
Looks down, full of whims
And cracks, and wretchedness, perhaps.
But you – sleep well, my love.
I’ll make all stars that shine above
Provide for you most perfect maps,
So that - at least in dreams - you could
Come for a visit to my hands,
My lips, my tenderness, my lands,
My secret gardens and my woods.
There swiftly, softly will I sweep
Away your dark concerns,
Take out of your heart all thorns,
And maybe even weep
A little as I always do.
The night is starry, still.
The moon looks down from the hill.
Sleep well, Sweetheart, I beg of you.
Sent.2004
Lullaby for my sweetheart
© Copyright: Нина Вольга, 2023
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