Flying over the yellow niva
In the far blue edge,
Love unhappy
Do not blame yourself.
From the cases of such grieve
A hero is not at ease:
There was one beauty,
And how many of them around!
But know - it is still unknown,
Although the choice is great,
Where is the one who will be betrayed
And the body and soul.
I listen to you for a glass
With a smile of a wise man.
You will find another, better,
With love to the end.