Sorry, faithful oaks!
forgive, carefree world of golf,
And the light-winged fun
So quickly flown away days!
forgive, Trigorskoye, where joy
I have met many times!
On the l I learned the sweetness of your,
To leave you forever?
From you take recollection.
A heart leave you.
May be (sweet mechtane!),
I will go back to your fields,
Attending a fake vaults,
On the slope of the hill Trigorskoe,
A fan friendly freedom,
fun, Graces and mind.
