1. The song of northern spring
With splinters razor-sharp of frozen ice
Your pupils shouldn't be so summer-warm,
But tension of the questions you were asked,
Has split the glass and it is melting on.
Cold gloomy north backs out as the freeze,
The wonderland is greeting sunny spring.
And set on solid horns of a northern beast,
A string of bow has begun to sing.
It trembles, stretched above the precipice
Of both the worlds: of flame and icy stone.
Like a living creature, not an iron piece ,
And seemed to me to sing for me alone.
And cold of endless nights does retreat.
By breath of music darkness has been split.
Your pupils shouldn't be so summer-warm,
But tension of the questions you were asked,
Has split the glass and it is melting on.
Cold gloomy north backs out as the freeze,
The wonderland is greeting sunny spring.
And set on solid horns of a northern beast,
A string of bow has begun to sing.
It trembles, stretched above the precipice
Of both the worlds: of flame and icy stone.
Like a living creature, not an iron piece ,
And seemed to me to sing for me alone.
And cold of endless nights does retreat.
By breath of music darkness has been split.
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