Terpsichore delicate

I hear the quiet stroke of the wing. ..
As the night as light as day dare. ..
And a moment of smooth lines, wave. ..
Oh, how she dances. ..
body Whirling. .. twist. ..
And the feeling of flying, swirl,
She sings the song of the ray of sunset
Wind-mouth kiss. ..
I hear the quivering shiver. ..
And look, similar to the look of love. ..
Look. .. It does not disturb. ..
Breath timid, unsteady. ..
Soars soul, like a dream is easy. ..
Round as soon as the clouds. ..
And a second voice, the river. ..
Keeping her smile. ..
I hear the dance. .. the silence. ..
Through the darkness sounds string. ..
She must love. ..
And it melts like an icicle. ..
Natalia Grebenko