It is beautiful here Look, in the distance The river sparkles like fire, The meadows are lying like a colored carpet, The clouds are growing white. There are no people here There is just silence here Only God and I are here. Flowers, and an old pine tree, And you, my daydream!
Written by: ROSA +1940 NEWMARCH, SARAH BRIGHTMAN, SERGEJ (PROTECTED + 1943) RACHMANINOV
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