As I was, what I will become,
How I do not remember this sadness,
How not to catch up in a blizzard fog,
How not to love who look at? ..
And on the wall, forever white
We leave a secret sign
New, young, bold,
As my silver fist.
Without a case, without a clever - clever,
Without plasticine moon
My country walks
And the sound of my string is relevant,
And the warm beam looks out of Paradise,
And sweetly sleeps holy daughter,
I all forgave you my native,
And he himself came to help you
From the dark, the star of the victory,
Not in a sweet dream, but in reality,
How the lord of love is cherished
Like light snow in your garden ...
And, as always, on white light
Soul, combat fire,
Learned suddenly these
In a wonderful cloud, my.
So the beauty stores Svetlitsa,
So the sun pleases, laughing, -
Welcome fire, my queen,
Before the meek angel to humble.
As I was, what I will become,
How I do not remember this sadness,
How not to catch up in a blizzard fog,
How not to love who look at? ..
