MFI

Fly into space as in Stork birds

My dream of you, joy and sorrow.

  Zhurba what is still no love

And joy is that all this will come.



In the dream I see a picture here:

What we are together, my hand in yours ...

So good and fun to be with us,

Soul singing in concert live.





How happy I am and joy beats fountain

What does all for us, for us only two.

  They fly from the mountain stream downward

I we walk near the bottom of them.



For more joy late

With those beautiful streams,

What are the rainbow come to our,

Here is my barevnyh of these dreams.



But the dream has passed and again I have one

Although life is raging around me.

I do not know where it prepares us zustich

And believe that this has occurred.

Spring 1966. Zhitomir.