the first star

Anon the sun will set and lost,

(if only a sweet etesian wind blows),
the nature will fall asleep,
while the first star appears.
The noises ware effaced. Everywhere a smell of incense,
Cense from olive in the neighborhood, the virginity sighs,
and the love, all in a soul, is drowned in haze,
only the pain remains still fighting the limbo.
The wave anatrjhja'zej san it feels the ha'dj leva'nti,
that perfumes gjasemjoy' in the bank lower.
The sea you say distant sweets it sighs.
Is lost the mind, trelaj'netaj, ali'tjka turns,
it searches the world the corners,
anaskaley'ej all the moments,
it seeks t a'pjasto carrej's. As dream armenj'zej.
Distantly I hear a voice, carrw' den ej'n' genuine,
my shout e'la. And i I do not know an you are you,
that you say that with you loved a lot, after you are so much distant.
Age'ras took the voice, the world with me ege'lase very.
E'gejr' the sun and left picture behind ajma'tjni, illusory.
Leaving last one a sigh I caused also i,
and ese', that you say that with loves, for I bid always farewell.

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