About Delia Drago!
Hurry, my beauty;
The Golden Star of Love
He ascended to heaven;
Silently rolled month;
Hurry, Your Argus retired,
And the dream batted his eyes.
Under the shadow of lurking
Dubravnaya silence,
Where the current retreat
Srebristyya wave
Rushing with sad Philomel,
Ready to shelter love having fun
And brilliantly illuminated by the moon.
Thrown shadows of the night
Veils us your,
And slumber canopy trees,
And quick moment of love
Flies, - I am all burning with desire,
Hurry, about Delia! appointment,
A Walk in the arms of my.
