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Kurolesov Kurils
< Olga Dubinyanskaya
Simferopol
Kurolesov Kurils,
Mocking grins,
Fluttering strings of the lyre,
Cherry light streamed vernal.
Above the houses homeless
God's voice hung like a banner,
Not picked up by the winds,
Do not demand of consciousness.
Parishioners in parish,
Toiling faith barren,
There were the usual procession,
Are encouraged ritual water.
Sky blue God's eye
In the crazy world stared.
Light,
solar flux About Love silently singing ...
Simferopol
Kurolesov Kurils,
Mocking grins,
Fluttering strings of the lyre,
Cherry light streamed vernal.
Above the houses homeless
God's voice hung like a banner,
Not picked up by the winds,
Do not demand of consciousness.
Parishioners in parish,
Toiling faith barren,
There were the usual procession,
Are encouraged ritual water.
Sky blue God's eye
In the crazy world stared.
Light,
solar flux About Love silently singing ...
