I will never forget that song of the past spring:
"Three pine-trees grew along the road to Murom".
I can now confess, I fell then in love,
And failed to compare you with any of the most beautiful flower.
Alexandryna, winter has come by now,
Alexandryna, I have been looking for you, but never found.
Alexandryna, you bloomed with songs,
Alexandryna, you were so dear to me!
Should I say you're a cornflower? Well, it's of single colour.
Should I say you're a lily? Lilies are so cold.
Should I say you're a bell flower? But they are few in the field…
This is how you seemed to me when I was seventeen!
Alexandryna, winter has come by now,
Alexandryna, I have been looking for you but never found.
Alexandryna, you bloomed with songs,
Alexandryna, you were so dear to me!