Above the window a month. Under the window the wind…

Above the window a month. Under the window the wind.
Leafless poplar silvery and bright.

Far cry Talianki, a lone voice -
And so dear, and so far.

Crying and laughing song Likhov.
Where are you, my lime? Lipa vekovaâ?

I myself when in a holiday early in the morning
I went to a favorite, deploying Talianki.

And now I'm cute does not mean anything.
Under someone else's song and laugh and cry.

August 1925

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