This sadness is no longer spill…

This sadness is no longer spill
Laughter distant years.
I bloomed my white lime,
Savi has rung dawn.

For me it was all new then,
Many in the crowded heart of the senses,
And now, even gentle word
The bitter fruit of breaks from the mouth.

And the familiar eyes open spaces
Oh, not so good under the sun.
Gullies ... hemp ... hillsides
Obpechalili Russian expanse.

unhealthy, Hilo, poor,
Vodyanystaya, gray expanse.
It's all my near and dear,
From what is so easy to weep.

rickety hut,
Crying sheep, and away in the wind
Waving his skinny tail nag,
Zaglyadevshis nelaskovy in pond.

It's all, that we call home to,
It's all, why her
Drink and cry in one with Nepogodin,
Smiling waiting days.

Because nobody spill
This melancholy laugh early years.
I bloomed my white lime,
Savi has rung dawn.

1924

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