Under the sound of wheels


Rush pine trees rushing,
He looks into the lake of the moon.
Good on the top shelf
In the open window.

Is night so dark
Stars in the sky burning,
People sleep and dream.
A wheel and the wheels
All knock, knock everything.

I remember the ball, with a warm farewell,
Thin snow and noisy dispute
And the last goodbye
Secret conversation.

And when there have
See their children
Somewhere someone's song pours,
A wheel and the wheels
All knock, knock everything.

Good on the top shelf
In the open window.
The distal small village
Waiting for me, my country.

Dawns, I can not sleep
Outside the window, a blooming garden.
Far from the lights of the capital,
A wheel and the wheels
All knock, knock everything.
1952