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Ось я один. Вечірній тихий час.
Я буду думати лише про вас.

Читав би, та в очах стоїть «вона»,
Душа моя бентежиться, хмільна.

У ліжко – та не спатиму вже, ні,
Пече подушка, як вогонь, мені...

Йду до вікна тихенько і навкруг
Я бачу місяць, бачу димний луг.

Ось там, край клумб, мені сказали «так»,
І ваше «так» мені, як віщий знак.

Та враз свідомість розжене туман:
Покірної вас не було й нема.

І ваше «так», ваш дрож біля сосни,
Цілунок ваш – лиш марення весни.

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    St. Sol
    A Doubt
  • Испанский
    Хорхе Бустаманте Гарсия
  • Чешский
    Мария Марчанова
  • Монгольский
    Онон Чинбаяр

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