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El follaje del sauce ennegreció…

Ветла чернела на вершине…

El follaje del sauce ennegreció,
Los grajos se erizaron suavemente,
En el valle del cielo azul-azul
Las nubes pastaron como ovejas.
Y tú, con timidez en la mirada,
Me dijiste: "Estoy enamorada",
Alrededor la hierba se parecía
Al mar después del mediodía.
Yo acaricié el mensaje del verano,
La sombra de la hierba en tus mejillas,
La perfumada fiesta de la luz
Sobre tus bronceados rizos.
Entonces me pareciste tan deseada
Como un país fantástico,
Un territorio promisorio
En vino, entusiasmos y canciones.

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