How I intertwined in my dark tresses…

How I intertwined in my dark tresses
Delicate silver lock, —
Only you, nightingale bezholosыy,
This meal will manage to understand.

Keen ear can hear the distant
And thin branches of willows,
all ruffled, look - do not breathe,
If someone else's song sounds.

And not so long ago, recently
Froze around poplar,
And rang and sang as an entry
Ineffable joy your.

1912

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