breeze through the avenues
And the wind on Caramel
Large moths
From the heart of silver,
Flocks of birds in the sky in the distance
The barking of dogs
And you singing me to sleep
Por.
Under the stars of heaven trembling
distributed
With your voice
Shards of blue light to the darkness alive
From my cradle.
I still remember every note of thy lullaby
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monotonous, repeating the words:
Bayushky Bayu, Bayu bayushky
seems to be running an order as if you were to listen
compelling voices
slipping from your blood in me
penetrating as a sword of light. Sad and dreary
vibrate in
Your E melancholy lullaby
Like the breath of water, sweet
Like the trembling of the leaves, simple and pathetic
with his Slavic rhythm, a little 'oblique
filtered through
distant landscapes
Diasporas old and new
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burned and burning.
of pain in my cot
tragic
ground with the slow rhythm of acute Full
mystery
Bayushky Bayu, Bayu bayushky
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