I loved you Ludmila when I was younger
Offering you pressed flowers in envelopes
I loved you in private with all my dream
Hanged on to a frail kites rope
When I was jumping on the knobs of lime horses
I loved you Ludmila near the samovar
You were singing romances on the deaf `maidan`.
I was hacking with a pocketknife an inane kite
And through all the summer of arch poplars
Devising love I was pulling your strings
And through all the summer of arch poplars
Devising love I was pulling your strings
How are you Ludmila? In what rains are you bathing?
Through what grass are you gliding with warm knees...?
Pressed apple flowers, blind lily flowers
You preserve even today in a tallboy corner
And I still run away from home when I feel like it
To run through the land of nacre grass
But I return steady beside the same tea
Full of taste of autumn how only you were making
Braiding elsewhere papier mache flowers
I loved you very much Ludmila...sometime
Braiding elsewhere papier mache flowers
I loved you very much Ludmila...sometime