Again, as in the golden years,
Three deleted shlei shoot the breeze,
And the sinking hand-painted spokes
In loose track ...
Russia, impoverished Russia,
I am your gray house,
Your songs I wind -
As the first tears of love!
You feel sorry I can not
And bear his cross with care ...
What you want magician
Give me the beauty of robbery!
Let him tempt and deceive -
Do not get lost, do not you sginesh,
And the only concern of blur
Your beautiful features ...
Well? One concern Bole -
One tear of the noisy river
Are you still the same - the forest, but the field
Yes patterned boards to brow ...
The impossible is possible,
Long road is easy,
When the flashes in the distance the road
Instantly look from under her kerchief,
When the rings sadly cautious
Deaf Song coachman! ..
