«may Has Passed By»
Why is Spring not with me?
Why is this green May without me?
I dreamed about them in the winter,
I waited for them with fidelity.
I sobbed in the night
Under glances of January stars.
I dreamed and believed:
May and Spring will help me!
I dreamed and believed:
I shall arrive with them
into joyful edge of the green grasses
and the sea of flowers.
Green May will sing songs for me,
and Spring will give me her secret words.
And I shall be happy.
And I will live further
without sorrow and illnesses.
But why have they both passed near,
yet I have not learned from them?
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