And your sparkling look.
I would forget this first autumn,
What broke my love.
Only memory has become gray,
I recognize you and myself in it paradise.
In a fit of a timid fairy tale Spring
Reddish groves of larches are empty.
And the voices of birds, migrants, choir
Sings. Trees listen naked
Spring a diverse voices bird.
Carpets, faded herbs dry
Spring laid a field and meadows.
And the sky looks with puddles blue eyes
On the gray hills of haystacks.
Clear air with smoky distances
With an invigorating freshness his drunk.
And strokes cheeks with gentle palms
And behind him in the trail beckons me.
And you go by the hand with the wind,
Inhaling the delicate scent of Spring.
And the world seems even more beautiful
In a fit of a timid fairy tale Spring.
Spring motifs
Cheerful rain pours warm
Runs in a stream, a water call.
And the cloud, the tambourine beats,
And him a shadow runs, plays the ground.
A wreath in the sky with a rainbow blooms,
Weave ribbon-lightning into braids.
And the wind sings a May song,
In the orchestra here, spring melodies.
Spring, as if the girl is leading her
On marital dance with thunder.
The earth gives flowers in dowry,
And the sky gives the rainbow color.
Three poplars
– Three poplars stood by the road
With a branchy crown, noisy foliage.
Dressed in green, clothes toga,
They were the guardians of the village in the spring.
Mats the sun with the first rays
Crowns welcoming sunrise.
And Morning hugged branches-hands
Notifying people of the day coming.
But to stand under the power of a hurricane
Not destined to mighty poplars!
That, lonely, at the road mound,
Birch sadly told people.
I do not understand you
I do not understand you.
