Plains are in a shroud,
Moon above is white,
Everywhere about
Snow in Moon's light.
And birch-trees stay sad,
Mournful, and so shy.
Who is lost? Who 's dead?
Is it really I?
Снежная равнина, белая луна,
Саваном покрыта наша сторона.
И берёзы в белом плачут по лесам.
Кто погиб здесь? Умер? Уж не я ли сам?