DIMASH
for my non-Russian friends
Your voice is like the echo of faraway spheres,
From the other side of heaven... beyond the usual measure...
It makes life stand still for a moment,
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for my non-Russian friends
Your voice is like the echo of faraway spheres,
From the other side of heaven... beyond the usual measure...
It makes life stand still for a moment,
Hungry for music with a desperate hunger I prowled abroad,
I threaded through the town;
The evening crowd was clamoring and drinking,
Vulgar and pitiful—my heart bowed down— Till I remembered duller hours made noble By strangers cla...