"Tell you the mystery of one"

I tell you the mystery of one:
How many times in the world disappeared
Empire, religion, regalia,
And leaving the city to the bottom.

But through the fires, disasters and blood,
One and the railway accomplished mime,
And times completely invulnerable,
There was a girl named Love.

Love Goes. Heard her footsteps,
As the echo of the long-awaited goodbye,
Her steps concern the universe,
And among the stars ripples.

Before her are slaves and gentlemen,
She transcend the poison of flattery, or anger,
When she ever comes to visit - in our homes comes happiness forever.

Yuri Vizbor, February 18, 1980

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