About Russia, shake the wings,
Put another lining!
With other names
Gets another steppe.
According to Blue Valley,
Between heifers and cows,
It comes in golden ryadnine
Your Aleksey Koltsov.
In the hands - a loaf of bread,
Mouth - cherry juice.
And vyzvezdilo sky
shepherd's horn.
After him, with snow and wind,
From the monastery gate,
is, wearing light,
His middle brother.
From Vytegra to Shui
He izbrodil whole region
And chosen nickname - Klyuyev,
Nicholas Smyrennыy.
Monashyi Mudra and Laskov,
It's all in carving rumors,
And quietly coming Easter
With beskudroy head.
And there, for vzgorʹem smolym,
I'm going, trail Taya,
Curly and cheerful,
This Rogue I.
debt, byways,
Uncountable slopes;
But even with the mystery of God
I'm secretly dispute.
Knocks a stone a month
And a silent shiver
Giving up, in the sky overhang,
From the tops of the knife.
For me, an invisible swarm
There is a ring other,
And far on villages
Ringing their jaunty verse.
Of herbs, we were binding books,
Words shake with two floors.
And our relative, Çapıgin,
Pyevuch, as snow and dale.
abbr, Sgin you, tribe
Filthy dreams and thoughts!
On the stone crown
We assume star noise.
Quite rot and noyat,
And praise takeoff filth -
already washed, erased tar
Vospryanuvshaya Russia.
Already took wings
Her silent lining!
With other names
Gets another steppe.
1917
