When the arms of my…

When the arms of my
Your slim figure, I conclude,
And the gentle voice of love
You enthusiastically lavished,
Silent, from the cramped hand
Freeing encamp flexible,
you answer, Dear friend,
I was incredulous smile;
Diligently in Pamjat feed
Change sad legends,
You without the involvement and attention
Sadly listening to me ...
I swear to the efforts of the treacherous
My youth crime
And meeting the conditional expectation
The gardens, silent nights.
I swear speeches love whisper,
Verses mysterious melody,
And affection gullible maidens,
And their tears, and later a murmur.

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