"Why is the moon so the lights dim
The gardens and walls Horossana?
As if I go to the plain Russian
Under the rustling canopy of mist "-
So I asked, dear Lala,
At night, silent cypresses,
But the army did not say a word,
By inflating the head proudly sky.
"Why is the moon shines so sad?» –
The flowers I asked in a quiet more often,
And the flowers said,: "You feel
By sorrow rose rustling ".
Rose petals spilling,
Petals secretly told me:
"Shagane yours with others caressed,
Shagane another kiss ".
I told: "Russian will not notice ...
Heart - song, and song - life and body ... "
Because the moon is shining so dim,
Because sadly paled.
Too many people have seen the betrayal,
Tears and pangs, who was waiting for them, who does not want to.
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But all are forever blessed
On the ground, purple night.