The snow is whirling lively and strong,
A three horse sleigh is dashing along.
Some young ones are in the sleigh. Oh Boy!
Where is my happiness? Where is my joy?
All has slipped by through the storm in this way, —
Dashing like mad in a three horse sleigh.
Снежная замять крутит бойко,
По полю мчится чужая тройка.
Мчится на тройке чужая младость.
Где мое счастье? Где моя радость?
Все укатилось под вихрем бойким
Вот на такой же бешеной тройке.
«Nightingales of monastery garden, / Like all nightingales flying above, / Say that there is but one joy in living, / And that this joy comes in form of love. And the monastery meadows flowers / With the tenderness just flowers possess, / Say theres but one merit: Lovers / Touch their li...»
«My fields, my wave-like, foaming fields! / With autumn spinach, brown as if of bricks, / And lettuce, clover, heather and daisy. / How much the eyes can hear and ears can see! I walk along the side of the river. / The wildflowers shine like sapphire / Leaning beneath the wheats golden fra...»
«Youre in no way like other women at all: / You have laughter controlled and expressive, / You wear dresses measured and fashionably long / And you slip out from my embraces. You do not cut your hair to look upscale, / Deepen brows or wear make up, / You have Smirnoff, but also a nightinga...»
«My dear Felissochka! My most exquisite! / I give you "Minstrel" and all my dreams. / You are beloved by all thats delicate, / My sweet Felissa — My violin! May to the crude one you be an egotist — / I care not: You are most loved by me! / My most talented! My sweet Felissochka! / My...»