Will tell you the mystery one...

Ninety two million four hundred seventy two thousand four hundred seventy three



Will tell you the mystery one:

How many times in the world disappeared

Empire, religion, and regalia

And left the city on the bottom

 

But through fires, disasters and blood

One well done pantomime,

And not invulnerable

Was a girl named Love.

 

There Is A Love. Sound of her steps

As the echo of a long-awaited date

Her steps concern the creation,

And between stars of different circles.

 

Before her equal slave and the master.

Her transcend the poison of flattery or anger.

When she ever comes to visit,

In our house comes happiness forever.

 

Yuri Vizbor, 18 February 1980

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