Далекой звездочке

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When I was young and walking home
I've heard the sound of croaking song,
I saw the Craven on the tree,
And day was gleamеd,
And I saw him

And he was black as King of night,
His eyes was bright and looking straight
He looked at me, again , again,

He croaked in the second time
To start the rain
From falling sky