Барышня [Baryshnya] [English translation]

The sun and shoulders, wind and hair;

Time wearily is divided into strips;

Life in the promise of the eternal spring.

I write you a poem

It startes with the invocation

Lady, young lady, you're irrevocably drunk!

Give me your hand 'cause it isn't simple

To crawl in the clean air

On a square meter of leprous earth.

I will give you your guy

Secret vows and authentication

The sun and the wind in a glass of dry Chablis.

The sun and the smell of white acacia,

In may so it is difficult not to fall into the levitation —

Life in the sensation of the light fault.

The light of forgiveness in the moment of the rapture,

In it lies the essence of seduction.

Lady, lady, you are very pale!

Pale facial expressions crumpled grace

I obtain the inheritance of the scenery

Life with a sense of light troubles.

Lady, my dear, your doubts,

Only components of the equation

Life under the rays of a happy star.