Letters unanswered are on the table ,
Lucky not to find friends near and far ,
Fall in the autumn , slowly circling ,
These songs of Peter's my line.
Do not hold it against me , pigeons , do not keep the evil -
Until parents sometimes difficult to reach .
Shook , spun around , all business , business,
I will answer the music - do not be angry , my friends .
In the swamps of rustling and setter frozen light .
Ah yes, the shot ! Only lucky again not me .
Evening . And flying over the lake and ducks.
Grown fat . Duck in the autumn at a great price .
Fall Again whirled carousel melodies.
Poohochus , with a breeze from music pumped .
And play ... If I'm still on something pass ,
And sing to you ... If I'm on something gozhus .
I remember, long ago , my father taught me and his mother :
Treat - so treat ! Love - love so much !
Walk - so walk! Shoot - so shoot!
But ducks are already flying high ...
Fly - so fly ! I wave at them .
I do not regret that I live , I often have to like ...
Just know that someday, one day ,
Everything comes back , be sure to come back again -
And the weather , and hope, and the warmth of friends.
So bored , that was a moment of joyful
Our meeting , and it is not over the hill .
Again in the spring of return flight of ducks ,
Stoskovavshis on the lakes with blue water ...
As once a fox chasing a fast gyrfalcon ,
And now he is dogging his prey ...
Do not say goodbye ... I say to you : & quot; soon!
All returns and return - so we will live ! & Quot;
