Yu.Antonov, I Am Going To Meet You... - Song - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

I am going to meet you through a dewy grass-growth,
Joy is falling on my shoulders with a yellow morning.
I know for sure - you wait me in passion
Between flowers and summer, between real happiness.

I am going to meet you through the forest thicket,
There poplar-tree burns a candle of its gold leaves.
It is greening brightly, leaves are ringing loud,
That's because of you should meet me, that's because of rout.

I am going to meet you over the grass ring,
I'll present you surely just the brilliant evening.
That's for stars in skies be shining and your eyes be twinkling,
That's for me and you be dreaming and the dreams turn real.

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Text V.Dyunin