Above the window a month. Under the window the wind.
Leafless poplar silvery and bright.
Far cry Talianki, a lone voice -
And so dear, and so far.
Crying and laughing song Likhov.
Where are you, my lime? Lipa vekovaâ?
I myself when in a holiday early in the morning
I went to a favorite, deploying Talianki.
And now I'm cute does not mean anything.
Under someone else's song and laugh and cry.