I remember a wonderful moment:
In front of me was you,
Like a fleeting vision,
As pure beauty.
In the torture of hopeless melancholy,
The worries noisy fuss,
Voice rang out so gentle,
And dreamed of nice features.
As the years passed. Storms rush of rebellious
Scattered old dreams.
And I forgot your tender voice,
Your heavenly features.
In the backwoods, in the darkness of captivity
My days dragged quietly
No god, without inspiration,
Without tears, without life, without love.
It is the soul awakening:
And here again was you,
Like a fleeting vision,
As pure beauty.
And my heart beats in ecstasy,
And arose again dlyanego
And the deity, and inspiration,
And life, and tears, and love.
