why are you, formidable Aquilon,
Reed coastal dolu getting at?
Why to the far horizon
You cloud so angrily persecute?
Recently black clouds ridge
vault of heaven muffled clothed,
Recently oak over height
The haughty beauty became great ...
But you rose, you leaped,
You rustled thunderstorm and glory -
And stormy clouds dispersed,
And I will cast a stately oak.
May the sun bright face
Henceforth joy shines,
And the cloud of marshmallow plays,
And quietly zybletsya cane.
