As quietly for window,
Moon hung in blanket of the mist,
And think only about one,
That summer has approached early!
With morning beat ray dawning,
With balcony by freshness will add a little more,
I do not awake, but beckons light,
After all sun us so spoils.
Green herb and clean lawns,
Tree have once again bloomed,
And have dismissed sheet of the krona,
And smell (blows in) dampness of the land.
On flowerbed yellow tulips,
On petal traces grow,
And in park be splashed fountains,
Grant to us joy of the beauty