I haven"t forgotten you, dearie,
The shine of your hair and all.
It wasn"t so easy and cheery
To leave you, as I recall.

I haven"t forgotten the autumn,
The rustle of birches, the night;
And though the days were shorter
The moonlight was long and bright.

You whispered these words in my ear:
"The years and the dreams will be gone,
You"ll go with another, my dear,
And leave me all on my own".

That lime standing there, in flower,
Reminds my emotion anew
The way I would tenderly shower
Those beautiful flowers on you.

My heart will be warm, sad and sorry,
In love, remembering well
You, friend, as a fanciful story
Of love with another girl.
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Scarlet light of sunset shows up on the lake.
Grouses are crying in the wood, awake.

Hidden in hollow, cries an oriole.
I don"t feel like crying, brightness in my soul.

You"ll come out to meet me later in the day,
We"ll sit down there under stack of hay.

I will kiss and squeeze you, like an ardent boy!
One can"t blame a man for being drunk with joy.

You will chuck your kerchief as I hold you tight,
I will keep you, tipsy, in the bush all night.

Let the birds keep crying as we neck and bask.
There"s a happy yearning in the purple dusk.

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I do believe in happiness!
The sun has not yet faded. Rays
Of sunrise like a book of prayers
Predict the happy news. Oh yes!
I do believe in happiness!

Ring , golden Russia, carry on,
Oh blow you wind, so unabated!
Blessed is the one who celebrated
Your shepherd"s sadness, hope forlorn.
Ring, golden Russia, carry on!

I love the wild impetuous streams,
The shine of stars upon the water.
The blessed dejection, crying quarter,
The blessing people and extremes
Of roaring wild impetuous streams.

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Maybe, it's too late or, maybe, early,
It has not occurred to me for years,
I resemble now Don Juan, really,
Like a proper flippant man of verse.

What"s the matter? What has happened, really?
Every day I have some other chick.
And I lose self-pity, willy-nilly,
And defy unfaithfulness and trick.

I have always kept my heart from simple,
Tender feelings, and I wonder what
I am looking for in oh, so cripple
Women, so light-headed, and so void.

Hold me back, restrain me, scornful feeling,
I have always been marked up by you.
In my heart I have a chilly steaming
And the rustle of lilac of blue.

In my heart I have a lemon sunset,
Through the fog I hear someone say:
For your freedom you will have to answer,
Well, Don Juan, take the challenge, eh?

As I take the challenge within reason,
I can see the same old thing I have:
I must take a storm for blooming season
And mistake a thrill for real love.

That"s the reason That"s the way it happened.
Every day I have some other chick,
So that I might always smile, be happy
And defy unfaithfulness and trick.