My love, the fine spring.
Vladimir Gerun I remember your taste on lips, My love, fine spring, After all to you I wandered in the dark About one day with you of spring oblivion … After all to you I wandered in the dark About one day with you of spring oblivion … And we have got acquainted casually with you, You went along the street and cried timidly, And heart has compressed so, well an angel, my God, And so me it, - well all has inside touched. And heart has compressed so, well an angel, my God, And so me it, - well all has inside touched. I have approached and is silent so have asked, - «Well happens, the lovely princess?» And your sight so desperately asked, «I do not find without the friend to myself a place». And your sight so desperately asked, «I do not find without the friend to myself a place». By what there the friend, a kitten was lost, And you similar cried about it, And instead of a seal I with you remained, In the evenings we purr together. And instead of a seal I with you remained, In the evenings we purr together. I remember your taste on lips, My love, fine spring, After all to you I wandered in the dark About one day with you of spring oblivion … After all to you I wandered in the dark About one day with you of spring oblivion … | 
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