Yesterday was a day of separation noisy,
Yesterday was an exuberant feast of Bacchus,
When you click a youth mad,
When thunder bowls, at the sound of lire.
So! Muzы you blessed,
Wreaths over Autumn,
When you, other, distinguished
Honorary cup I.
ambitious gilding
Without dazzling our eyes,
She was not vain work,
No thread captivated us;
But the only one different,
What, thirsty Scythian singing,
full bottle poured
In its wide edge.
I drank - and dumoyu heart
In the last days of summer
And woe fleeting life,
And dreams of love mindful;
I amused them cheating:
And grief was gone before me
It disappears in the foam bowls
Under zashipevsheyu jet.
