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I was going home (old Russian romance)

When I was going home

My soul was full of love,

I couldn't understand my happiness, my feelings.

It seemed to me that everyone with love

With such a tenderness were looking just at me.

When I was going home

The two horned was the Moon

It gave some light into the boring train going.

The church bells rang and the martins chime

Sang in the air as ever a tender loving string.

The rosy veil stretched out

And beauty was the dawn that lazily awoke.

And swallow that dashed away so far

Bathed in the air and in the clouds.

When I was going home

I thought about you,

Uneasy were my thoughts,

I got confused and tired.

The sweetest drowsiness,

It touched my eyes and lips.

Oh, if I only could, could never wake up, darling

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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