Here all I will survive,
All, even dilapidated skvoreshni
And this air, air vernal,
Marine fait flight.
And the voice of eternity calling
In neodolimostью nezdeshneй,
And over a flowering cherry tree
Radiance of light pours month.
And it seems this is not hard to,
Bele in the most emerald,
The road will not say where ...
There, among the trunks even lighter,
And all march to the mall
In Tsarskoye Selo pond.