How I intertwined in my dark tresses
Delicate silver lock, —
Only you, nightingale bezholosыy,
This meal will manage to understand.
Keen ear can hear the distant
And thin branches of willows,
all ruffled, look - do not breathe,
If someone else's song sounds.
And not so long ago, recently
Froze around poplar,
And rang and sang as an entry
Ineffable joy your.