Here’s the rain crashing down,
time has stopped.
The clocks go on helplessly knocking.
Grow, grass, you don’t need time.
Speak, Holy Spirit, you don’t need words.
Вот грянул дождь,
Остановилось время.
Часы беспомощно стучат.
Расти, трава, тебе не надо время.
Дух Божий, говори, тебе не надо слов.
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«No holly bush is here; no ancient yew tree; / Strange stones embedded in the salt marsh stand, / And rusted by the sun, the cypresses, / Like swords erect and planted in the sand. And underneath the slender crowns of cypress, / Deep in the earth beneath the flagstones laid, / In order by ...»
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