Vladimir Volegov
O, how much I love you
oh wonderful creation!
I love your delicate features
and this tender look!
And your stillness,
and paleness, and silence
Tell my soul so much
about so many things!
And I feel as if I knew your name
We used to see each other from very far
You're not a piece of marble for me,
nor an angel, nor a goddess.
You're the women I love,
oh I love you so much.