Дмитрий Мережковский - «Дети ночи»
Looking toward sun is rising
Into misty morning shine
Weeping children of the darkness
Wait for savior to come
We can feel the things ungoing
Keeping hope in silent hearts
And in time of our dying
Cry for worlds that have not rise
Our words are always daring
But so condemned to be burned
As all sprouts of spring that slowly
Comes upon for things are scorned
It is Sunday of the damned
Till the rise and rooster crying
It will sing in cold of midnight
Long before to blessed shining
We are stairs above the darkness
Children fallen, waiting sun:
And in instant light is coming
We shall be as shadows gone
12/05/2015
At the sunrise
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