You glowed, You sparkled,
The flood tore the shore,
That smile would have melted
And stones, and snow.
I admired You,
Though it have no rights
Because Your angel telegrams
Not me, of course, fame.
Can't tear vision
This fire – above all,
Because I, like a boat at sea,
Picked up and carries...
Not fair, you know, wind,
Close to the trouble...
I have all beauties in the world
The boat planted.
To hope is not dreaming,
When the fall of marriageable age,
To have passion is not disrupted
Neither hearts nor heads.