Дуют ветры,
ветры буйные,
Ходят тучи,
тучи тёмные.
Не видать в них
света белого,
Не видать в них
солнца красного.
Во сырой мгле,
за туманами,
Только ночка,
лишь чернеется —
В эту пору
непогожую
Одному жить —
сердцу холодно.
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- ENG English [singable] (Constance Bache) (William Stigand, né Stigant) , "Longings"
- ENG English (Jennifer Gliere) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Frieder Anders) , "Es pfeift der Wind", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Word count: 63
The winds blow,
Stormy winds.
Storm clouds,
Dark storm clouds gather.
No daylight
can be seen in them,
No red sun
Can be seen in them.
In the damp gloom,
Beyond the mist,
Only the night
That is almost black…
In bad weather
Such as this
The heart that lives alone
is cold.
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