As a pattern at a window
Again the past nearby
Someone sang a song to me
In winter evening once
As if in the past has revived
Someone's careful hands warmly
Waltz of refined visitors [bad word] of dashing horses

The waltz turned and bore me
As if in the fairy tale attracting
The first point and the first waltz
Sound in me now
Mirrors in amber
My delight reflect
Someone sang at dawn
The house native leaving
There will be you in December
Again with me expensive...