In Horossane have such doors…

In Horossane have such doors,
Where roses sprinkled threshold.
There lives a thoughtful peri.
In Horossane have such doors,
But the open doors I could not.

I'm in the hands of relatively force,
The hair is gold and copper.
Voice peri delicate and beautiful.
I'm in the hands of relatively force,
But the door I could not open.

To anything in my love, courage.
And for what? Who should I sing songs? –
If the became nerevnivy Step,
Kohl door I could not open,
To anything in my love, courage.

I've got to go back to Russia.
Persia! Do you leave?
Forever with you eh parting
Out of love for my darling edge?
I've got to go back to Russia.

Goodbye, peri, Goodbye,
Suppose I could not unlock the door,
You gave a beautiful suffering,
About you I sing at home.
Goodbye, peri, Goodbye.

1925

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