🚧Wandering
Mihas BashlakovMihas Bashlakov на
Ведах беларускіх
Ведах беларускіх
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WANDERING
Oh, these rains, these rains —
Of grey days tears —
They knock against frames, They call up dreams.
I’m walking lonely,
A crank, in the dark,
Where only
Dogs are heard to bark.
Fair’s not twinkling
Lighting up roads.
Only rain’s drizzling
Against small stones.
What am I longing For? Where is it?
Oh, my wandering, Where do you lead?
Translated by Tatyana Akushevich.
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