31 Quotes About Russian-poetry

I regret not being a grove,which arms itself with leaves.I find it hard to be with minutes,they have completely confused me.It really upsets me terriblythat I can be seen in reality.

Where does such tenderness come from?These curls that I stroke with my handAren't the first that I've stroked, and IKnew lips that were darker than yours.

Chaque chose doit resplendir à son heure, et cette heure est celle où des yeux véritables la regardent.

From early on, we loved the broken-hearted,And knew that home-life wasn't made for us.

Flüt çalacağım bugünkendi öz omurgamla

My soul - born in a nameless place

I am your seventh Day, your longed-for Sunday's rest,Your passion and your seventh heaven

It's a grave but don't treat it as such,My spirit won't rise to haunt you...I, myself, loved laughing too muchWhenever I wasn't supposed to!

I understood that with our moans, we raiseThe long deceased from underneath the ground