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In the Sun, targeted krynki
Upside down
Hang on the wattle fence.
Wet paths run out
To the sun to bask in the spring.

To the sun
Rakits rush
Explosive
In the spring sometimes.
And a creek, not famous for anything,
It is lit by a birch bark.

And the forests in their polyphony
Give to the sun
Song scope.
And carry frightened moose
A bright world on upturned horns.

Hello, sunny morning!
Hello,
Eternal springtime!
Rule, sunny morning
Conquer
Over the arising knock of an ax.

That lumberjacks have awakened
At the hour when the nightingales were quiet,
At the hour when the white light appeared
My thoughts are restless ...

Take care of the bright expanses
To the Sun rushing flight.
Do not chop
Branch
On which
At night, the nightingale sings ...

In the Sun, targeted krynki
Upside down
Hang on the wattle fence.
Wet paths run out
To the sun to bask in the spring ...