very softly, like most quietly
I will be whispering in your ear
quiet, so that nobody
overheard on confidences,
they as a rushing mountain stream
will sail out rolling with verbal
avalanche from my mouth,
directly to you, to your ear.
And you, say nothing, but listen.
I want to be with you, I want.
You are an ornament of my life.
For you I will repeat these words
every day anew.
It won't be our conversation,
but my own, happy,
love monologue.
Only till spring wait,
until common lilacs bloom.
We then in world will
only be both we,
you and I,
and...
and still May!
He knows all secrets in love.
and moon, because
is penetrating into our dreams
and the Cupid what for centuries
is being kept remarkably bravely
and is soaring accurately as ever.
And you nice, you must
not say nothing.
Only love me and listen
what for you I will be
whispering to the ear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem