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Little Nightingale, don't send me
Early morning's greetings.
On my heart great grief descended,
Even you can't treat it.
I was sleeping, when your nice song
Came into my ears.
In my dream I was not lonesome...
I woke up in tears.
Dreaming of my Love all night long,
Eager to stay sleeping,
But, awakened by your sweet song,
I cannot stop weeping.
In my garden early flowers
Try to fill the air
With fresh scent, and charm so flawless,
I'm crying with despair.
Little Nightingale, my Dear,
If you are my friend,
Fly away! Away from here,
Your songs I can't stand.
Old Russian Folk Song.
Translated by me.
Serafima ...2001.
The artwork and voice are also mine.
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