How happy I, when I can leave
Tiresome noise of the capital and the court
And fled into the desert dubrovy,
On the shore so the silent treatment.
ABOUT, Is it from the bottom of the river soon
will rise, like goldfish?
How sweet it a phenomenon
From the quiet waves, in the light of a moonlit night!
Entangled green Vlas,
She sits on the bank of a steep.
In slender legs, as a white foam, waves
caress, blending and murmuring.
Her eyes then fade, the shine,
As the sky twinkling stars;
No breath out of her mouth, but how
Shrill now wet blue lips
Cool kiss of no breathing.
Painfully and sweet - in the summer heat
Cold honey is not so much sweet thirst.
When she playful fingers
As for my curls, then
instant coldness, as the horror, runs
my head, and the heart beats loudly,
Painfully love breathless.
And at this moment I am happy to leave life,
I want to moan and drink it with a kiss -
And her speech ... What sounds can
Compared to it - the first baby babble,
gurgling water, il May noise heaven,
Ile voiced Boyana is famous for harp.
