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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