She came to me Василь Симоненко Вона прийшла

She came to me against all expectations,

I failed to spot it, like I deem.

It was the beautiful temptations

Of my youthful timid dream.

She came to me, flowery and sweetie,

And stretched her hands to me,

She called me gracefully and featly,

So gentle and kind she used to be.

I couldn’t hear the song, which melted

On high, in heaven’s splendor

Love came to me, such an unexpected —

How could I not surrender?

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