SERGEY A POVALYAEV

 

Love Is An Agonizing Passion

 

1

 

The gold of scattered hair.

The ray of dawn is stroking your shoulders.

 Morning solo bird in the sky gets along,

And from the fields comes the ringing of braids.

You will cling joyfully to me.

And you will whisper, — here the sun has risen.

Good morning, honey, I missed you

Without you, in a separation, in a dream.

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2

 

Still touch hands Scattered hair.

And it will tell through the torment —

 I love you to tears.

 Everything is just beginning.

 April is still ringing.

 And everything is spinning faster

 Magically carousel…

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3

 

 Don't disappear.

 Your image beckons.

And the shadow from your waist

The dawn is moving further away,

And the night becomes gentler.

 And a kiss long forgotten,

 Like moonlight, you give me.

A chord sounds, a washed chord,

In its silver string.

 

SERGEY A POVALYAEV