sparkled with dew


In spring night motorways
Dew sparkled with silver ...
We are with you, my love, next
On the high steep mound.

Over a mighty new dam
Have a good rest of the day or ...
Do not forget to tune us to the nightingale,
This night will never, never!

In the distance, where the steep cliffs,
Fly above the river clouds.
At a late hour unusually beautiful
We are familiar with the childhood river.

Steppe is without end and without
Good reputation of heroes proud!
To the last blade of grass native
Forever, forever, forever!

Waves lap at berth,
Is incident on the steep bank ...
Echoing him, widely voiced
The song is our love for the young.

Above the mound steppe with sky
We cherished shining star!
Do not forget we are a youth and years,
That night the river never, never! 1958