Dreams, dreams,
Where is your sweetness?
Where, O where
The joy of night?
It disappeared
My happy dream,
And now alone
In deep darkness
I am awakened.
A silent night
Surrounds my bed.
Suddenly cold,
Instantly gone,
Lost in a crowd,
My dreams of love.
The soul, yet full
Of dreams' desires,
Yearns to seize
The memories.
Love, love,
O' hear my cry:
Send once more to me
Your visions.
And in the morning,
Entranced anew,
Let me die
Unawakened.
Writer : Alexander Pushkin
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