Fine phantom of that mine of love
Comes at often long nights,
I recollect, that speak,
After all it is not vain in Vorkuta met …
I recollect, that speak,
After all it is not vain in Vorkuta met …
You a pain washing, separation and destiny,
And why roads have run up,
Despair, separation and entreaty,
We have not helped also with you have left …
Despair, separation and entreaty,
We have not helped also with you have left …
And many years have passed already since then,
Also I cannot forget this meeting,
To the destiny and conscience a reproach,
I repeat, to call, I ask and I will not answer …
To the destiny and conscience a reproach,
I repeat, to call, I ask and I will not answer …
Such life, destiny has dissolved us,
But also now I recollect clearly,
Your eyes, bottomless eyes,
In which to look it was dangerous …!
Your eyes, bottomless eyes,
In which to look it was dangerous …!
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