Текст песни Drudkh - Його двадцять четверта весна

(Bohdan - Ihor Antonych "Spring", 18/04/1933 )

The evening cold. No wonder. Spring.
The evening 's high, deep, no bottom.
Dew dewy - stars dream
Drunken pines of wet spices .

Go out alone then to the house,
Silence hug you like a cold.
Evening whispers in the tank youth,
smoked silver sparks grew.
Net cold crystal carving
Marble dreams , imagination, ideas.
Smoked dew , shepche cane ,
Dawn entangled in a strange tangle ,
Silence falls among grass alone.

The evening cold. No wonder. Spring.