She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
-HotBlood-_deleted
31/05/19
And only a flock of white birds takes sorrow to heaven.
Sadness, sadness and trembling eyelashes, but only the past is not a pity...
В танце белом за мной летай
Вся любовь in your eyes
Забывает все мои memories
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Sadness, sadness and trembling eyelashes, but only the past is not a pity...