Текст песни Мария Ярославская - на стихи Любови Ситчихиной

Do you hear this voice, muse?
He calls you in the night,
Then, lonely satellite Lyra,
Kind of thorns of his fate.

You hear this whisper, muse,
Tremble in his chest?
He gently remembers you,
As a breath of spring.

Do you hear these sounds, muse?
So again resurrected silence,
And in infinity is now different
He and muse and wife ...

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