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26 lines
634 B
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Moscow windows
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Here again, the sky darkens heights,
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That's windows were lit at dusk.
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I live here my friends.
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And breath zataya,
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At night I gaze windows.
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I can dream under the windows,
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I can, like books, to read them.
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And the precious light of storing,
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And fermenting and enticing,
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They are people who look at me.
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I, as in previous years, again
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Under the window thy stand ready.
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And in the light of its rays
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I always hurry faster
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As for the meeting with my youth.
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I admire you at night,
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I wish the windows, I wish you happiness ...
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He is dear to me these many years,
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And it clearly is not -
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Moscow Windows unquenchable light. 1956
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