February 2012
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Memory Nikita Turbina
I want to be with you alone
To sit at the old house
That house stands by the river
Whose name is memory.
The print of your bare foot
Smells of last Summer's sun.
Where we wandered together
On the grass, not mown yet,
The skies were so blue,
Disappearing behind the gates.
And the voices were ringing,
That is all
I can remember.
And the days' accounting
Has come to an end
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Nightingale Nika Turbina
I’ll shield the heaviness of the day with my shoulder and I’ll leave you a nightingale. and I’ll leave you only the dark, how else can I help you? And if you wish, I’ll give my heart - Let my fate be shared. Even time will die before morning. In a hurry, instead of my heart you took a watch. Day has arrived. Night, do not look for him.
January 2012
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