Already buds blossomed.
And brighter than the moon’s sky,
Gentle early leaves.
You are no longer with me
In the depths of fast waters.
Only the memory of you sings:
– “You were once proud of her!
That girl in the waves of the river,
What fish slid with you,
That foam hid in them,
That dance with the wave drove…
You remember, wounded, behind her,
Cupid’s arrow in the heart,
Dived! Already near, with her!…
Do girls have a heart singing?!”
Oh! How beautiful was!
Spring, loose buds.
And the bank of the river is a cliff,
And the first love sprout.
I do not believe in myth
I do not believe in myth, no, I do not believe.
But, in reality, I met with you.
From my fairy tale you may be inspired.
I feel a breeze in the spring…
Even in the fields the grass was not green,
Another sprout did not come to life on the crowns.
And I saw everything in the green of the oak,
And I heard your singing voice.
I hear voice the spring,
I recognized him in the rustle of foliage.
From my fairy tale he may be inspired,
That light breeze from Spring.
I recognized you in everything
I recognized you in everything:
In the glow of the sun golden
In the exact harmony of birches,
In the crystal droplets of thunderstorms.
She lived only in the heart of reality
You sang, echoing the nightingale.
In the clear silence of the night
I met with you alone.
In the moonlight you came,
By the surface of the lake floated.
Canoe magical with Silence
They introduced with you to me.
But in the morning it was time.
The sky is already near dawn.
And the Night leaves us in a hurry,
And Canoe with you runs away.
Then I rush him.
