We had a lot on the canoe;
Others sail strained,
Other amicably rests
In the depths of powerful oar. In silence
Leaning on the steering wheel, our smart kormschik
In the silence of the rules overweight choln;
And I - carefree faith is full -
Swimmers I sang ... Suddenly the bosom of the waves
I am crumpled to fly whirlwind noisy ...
Killed and kormschik and swimmer! —
only I, mysterious singer,
On shore storm vыbroshen,
I sing the old hymns
And wet my robe
Land in the sun under a rock.
