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Виктор Ольберш
You are my wheat
I am your sun
Millet is your sweet
I will see it one

From night rain
I will warm you
I'm on the plain
And I saw sunset two

Pity my shadow
Turns to you
In the dark, my steps disappear
I am always with you

I'll take you in hand
I feel the vibrations of love
And how do you whisper to me
In the ear and how you tickle

I will look at you
Crying beads of joy
And you will reach for me
The wind will carry our kisses

Bow to my forehead
Night and stars
Farewell and welcome
Keep your palm in your rough
Turning it over and stroking quietly
I look at you, and you on my exhale

Bow to my forehead
We fasten evening and morning
We hold blood and desire
We hold together life and love
In one bouquet, germinated by the sun