Rose of the Kupala night
Take me
Cut off
Tear me down
I want to survive
Those tearing down
I want to get up
In the wreath
To sight
And watry
Fires are misleading.
I want
In the crazy
Tank
Rotate in the waves
For a fiery hand
Holding
Lychee candle
Stronger compression
With it I will be drowned
Feeling the shock
Shore of his hands
Lipstick
I love you
And to heart
In the shirt
He will hide me
There, and I'm fading
No! Not fading
And I'll give it to my heart
Own life
Gradually
In a drop
To the rest
How not to
If you do not find it
He is me
Let it be with me
Until morning
Mermaids play
Let's carry it to the bottom
I do not care
Will be all the same
I calm down there
Inside the ghostly fishes
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