Surrounding grove birch grove.
Fun song, bird’s chirps.
With a dream series created from dreams,
Come, ring the stream, sing, splash with water.
I look into the distance, the transparency of the field.
And clouds ridge above the horizon.
Inhaling the purity and aroma of the expanse…
Beyond the distance, and you, beyond the horizon.
Fog blindfolded
Fog blindfolded eyes.
Horizon for milky mist.
And the sky is pure turquoise,
Tightened white shroud.
Nature sleeps, drowned in the mist,
And the grove slumbers young.
And birds are a funny clan,
Sits on branches with feathers cocked.
In the spring of winter, the last breath
What a strange gray hair
Spring of Winter last breath.
On grassed green grass
Lay down white moss.
Snowflakes fall thick
Whirl in the morning dew.
Days, remembering gold,
Frosty blizzards in all its glory.
O, how beautiful the world is in love
O! How beautiful is the height of the earth?
With fields, rivers, and forest.
And then the blue seas,
Above the blue expanse of reach.
O! How beautiful the world is in love?
He looks different colors.
On the wings He soars Spring,
He sees with your eyes!
So much so that you suddenly forget everything.
Space, time, everything is alive.
And just beside You, my friend!
And I, filled with you…
You could argue with a myth
Pain, remember, that gray morning,
Drizzled gray rain.
Kissing cool, though
Wet trace remained in it.
I waited for you, arguing with the weather,
Warming under the canopy of birch trees.
But, the weather is not expected by the sea,
You have not warmed the hearts of dreams.
And stayed in me not come true.
In thoughts next to life gone.
