Lev Alexandrovich Mey. (№ 268167)

So it's midnight... two or three moments, -
Obsolescent and will live forever
And sink into the past - in the eternity without movement...
How sad without you meet me in the new year...
But, a friend of a distant my you know what with you
Always connected I am a loyal dream:
Under the spell of its mighty spell,
Hope sweet date filled,
I hear the chimes, and each stroke
I give you a hot kiss.