Winter Comes
Winter scourges his horses Through the North, His hair is bitter snow On the great wind. The trees are weeping leaves Because the nests are dead, Because the flowers were nests of scent And the nests had singing petals And the flowers and nests are dead. Your voice brings back the songs Of every nest, Your eyes bring back the sun Out of the South, Violets and roses peep Where you have laughed the snow away And kissed the snow away, And in my heart there is a garden still For the lost birds. Song of Daghestan.
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