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кукушонок, "Грани-ты любви" Добавлен: 03.02.05 10:04:42 |
The ungifts of February Кортезу Present me with your ways, Waterway’s facets of winds, Those, which sob in the chimneys Or whisper without a word in the trees. Present me with your pains, Inconsolability of dreams With the rigid taste of sea salt And the correctness of your sins. Present me with your springs, The main road of much kissed mouth, Where pine-trees are in the shining sky And the sorrow is in the wrinkles at glance. Present me with your winters, February grey and ungifted… It’s a shame; there is a half of the truth - I don’t take presents, a pity… 
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