Like a ray of dawn, like Lola Rose,
Beautiful color of her cheeks;
As in Raphael's Madonna
Her silence says.
With people proud, fate submissive,
not honest, no detention,
On purpose, mnylosya, she is
It was created for happiness.
But the light that does not destroy?
That will carry the noble,
What kind of soul will not shrink,
Whose ego does not multiply?
And whose eyes do not deceive
Elegant mask of his?
