Ale , you become a cloud
or did not you tell them ?
Become old girl with white bow ,
I - schoolboy, rhyming with the musician ,
in love with you and your friend ,
let's hand.
Not you, and you, and indeed, as you like -
thou be with me always, and you're free ,
and if not, then I boldly,
not in this case .
But the fact that in September - early
the school early in the morning we gathered ,
musicians and full of sorrow
played for us .
And even if you did not even play ,
so blown into the tubes , but not removed
melody , which is very likely ,
went back.
Come back , where the clouds were flying ,
where , blazing , maples circled ,
where up to your demise , Ale,
another week .
Another week of sunshine and rest,
and you go, all in white , in blue ,
not you, and you with zakushennoy guboyu ,
go with me
by flowers , trellises , in simple dress ,
forward, where the tone of insolent and ill-
thou shalt speak volumes
with me, I - with God.
