Don't disappear, fly on and on,
Where clear water weeps alone,
Where light comes out of mountain caves,
Where there's no trouble and no pains.
Come fly to meet the blooming spring,
To quench the scorching heat that stings,
To be dissolved and still again,
Recalling vase in window frame,
Recalling snow, recalling how
Someone was rocking you in arms,
And laughter sounded here and near
When you were mostly loved and dear
To rustling wings of mountain hosts
Fly, fly, fly, fly and don't be lost.
(Автоперевод стихотворения "Не пропадай")
Don t disappear
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