Текст песни
The Lyrids were flying
Like firebirds, gleaming
The chariot of Love
On Earth was descending
To pipe's gentle solo
In truth's quiet dwelling
Above her the brushes
Of artists kept toiling
Amidst cool camellias
And fragrant freesias
Love slumbered so softly
In cradle of breezes
The waxwing ensemble
Through rowan's bright embers
Whistled sweet trillings
Of pure-hearted members
Weeks hurried in passing
Like beaded rain necklaces
They playfully rustled
Through golden-hued foliage
And suddenly swirling
Beneath moonlight misty
Grey blizzards came dancing
A desperate twist-y
The watercolor strokes
Grew soggy and muddy
Then faded away at once
No chance for a study
In cold empty bedding
Lie scattered reflections
Love had no time left
To fill with connections
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