Lube

Pozovi menya tiho po imeni (translation)

Lube

Call me quietly by name,
Give me spring water to drink.
Will the heart answer, boundless,
Untold, foolish, tender?..
Yet again twilight enters sleepless,
Nodding there are lilac and currant,
Call me, quiet motherland...

Call me on the failing of the day,
Call me, grief-sorrow of mine,
Call me…
Call me on the failing of the day,
Call me, grief-sorrow of mine,
Call me…

I know, our meeting will come to pass,
Our separation has prolonged…
Blue crescent is hiding behind the city,
I cannot grieve and cannot cry.
Was it a bell, or a faraway echo
You and me have just passed by,
Made the dust rise up, hoofed around,
Could not even truly see the road…

Call me on the failing of the day,
Call me, grief-sorrow of mine,
Call me…
Call me on the failing of the day,
Call me, grief-sorrow of mine,
Call me…

Call me quietly by name,
Give me spring water to drink,
I know, our meeting will come to pass,
I shall return, I shall keep my promise.

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