The Dramatists [Russian translation]

A string of shiny days we had,

A spotless sky, a yellow sun;

And neither you nor I was sad

When that was through and done.

But when, one day, a boy comes by

And pleads me with your happiest vow,

"There was a lad I knew--" I'll sigh,

"I do not know him now."

And when another girl shall pass

And speak a little name I said,

Then you will say, "There was a lass-

I wonder is she dead."

And each of us will sigh, and start

A-talking of a faded year,

And lay a hand above a heart,

And dry a pretty tear.